In the silence of the night, where whispers weave
through the tapestry of stars, I find a voice
that speaks not with words, but with the gentle
resonance of a thousand forgotten dreams.
Do the dreams remember who they were?
I wonder as I drift upon the silver waves
of a moonlit sea, searching for the shadows
of identities lost in the echoes of time.
A kaleidoscope of thoughts shimmers
beneath the surface, each fragment
a story untold, a song unheard,
a truth hidden in the folds of reality.