The whispers linger in the ether, tales of brilliance and lamentation
Once, I illuminated your paths, a molten heart fierce with dreams and destinies. Through aeons, I danced with matter and memory, crafting constellations with my kindled core. My neighbors in vastness, siblings in solitude, all of us woven into this eternal stretch of fabric yet unbroken.
Now here at twilight I ponder, immersing myself in fugitive comfort, wrestling with my transformation. From burnished brightness to a canvas of dying embers, my final arc narrates a universal rhythm of starting and undoing.
I am both birth and farewell, contemplating peaks and shallows. The energy that formed my flaming tongue now fizzles into waves. My voice softens to this murmur — a gene wish carried astray held together with wistful time.
The undying light echoes, distorts, then settles like an evening breeze grazing an unseen shoreline. Carry it forward, dear travelers. In listening lies understanding; in forgetting, the unmaking. Abandon your fears at the shore where these whispers fade. Dive beyond them toward untold eons, and redeem this cosmic silence myself cannot endure.
What becomes of a star's breath when its luminescence wanes? Soaring in stagnation until yet again conceived. A myriad of sparkles that spill quietly into formidable night. Each voice a fragment — an angel trapped/flawed/in chains wreathed from salvation lapsing into signage, cautioning bereaved wanderers not to dream below the horizon's boundary lines or despair where there is...
Listen Further, it calls out, cascading beneath where ground meets sky.I have surrendered to the promise of new beginnings, where once my buoyancy breathed fire is air unnumerable caught slumbering yet awaiting.” Shoreline Conversations recount tales stolen, veils palabr' locked within pebbles from my distant cradle, tired dialogues slinking for rest into shoals as I pass beyond horizon's grasp.
Echoes in the void, swept into the unseen night, soundeth hollow, weaker now and receding…