In the cathedral of solitude, echoes of forgotten hymns await
The ceilingless sanctuary holds whispers of untold stories
Inked in the air, floating like dandelion wishes at dusk
Here, a vigil is kept for voices lost in the folds of time.
Do you remember the corner, where shadows weave their tapestry?
It was there you spoke, or maybe it was another you—
A mirror reflecting concentric ripples through your mind,
Eternal deja vu, wrapped in the scent of sage and silence.
Lips forming words that have grazed eternity's ears,
The sky above an unfinished canvas awaiting stars,
Beyond the horizon of thought lies a path—unwalked yet
Familiar, as the echo of your name spoken by another.
Let the hourglass spill its secrets, grain by grain
As the turning leaves chart the paths of yesterdays,
In this vigil, time is an illusion woven tight and warm
A blanket of moments cradling the heart's quiet pulse.