I am suspended, a glistening promise
from the breath of melancholic clouds.
Encased in an icy cradle, yet speaking in whispers to the void,
a single voice in an infinite choir.

Drift with me

Falling, tracing
the fragile canopy of granite bones,
I hear the symphony of earth and stone.
An echo unfolds...

As I merge into the ground,
a momentary glance at what could be
Formless dreams

Beneath endless trails of quietude,
the grams jar eyes—the crystalline witness.
A tapestry stitched in nocturnal hush,
bereft of destinations yet rich in tales.

Where do I ascend
but through each pore of solace?
Awakened echoes