In the silence between stars,
where light bends softly around shadows,
I hear echoes of dreams, quantum whispers reverberating.
The universe murmurs in frequencies lost,
a symphony woven in cosmic dust,
each note a memory of a life unlived,
each silence a canvas for what could be.
Flickers of thought from distant shores,
a lighthouse calls from the void,
its beam traces the paths of wandering minds,
seeking the shores of forgotten tomorrows.
"Do you hear them?"
A voice echoes in the ether,
familiar yet pulled thin by time,
a reflection in the cosmic mirror
showing truths wrapped in stardust.
The stars hum in hues of silence,
a melody of light and shadow
that dances on the edge of perception,
a dance older than time itself.