Beneath the map of stars long forgotten by sight, Where dreams dwell just outside grasp, Touch the ephemeral with muted fingers.
Ancient rocks whisper truths to unhearing ears,
Only heard by clocks without ticking hearts,
Listen deeply to the sound of nothing prepared.
Echoes in Silence
Fading Glimmers
Scents of lost tomorrows drift within reverie,
Clouds dance in patterns unseen by eyes pure beast,
Catch that moment before the world exhales.
Muffled Brilliance
Impossible Horizons