The dark stretch, once familiar,
now loss cradles your form.
.
. (stars fall in melodies)
Imagination wanders
and the roots pause their grasp.
Silence, tactile.
Memory finds me, unearths.
Within pauses, the universe
breathes—momentarily.
A lingering light whispers.
Echoes on silhouettes, forgotten
dreams seeping—instinct
betrays, unraveling knots.
Glow accepts its fate.
Thread joins with void.
Link to maintain
yet time draws,
graveneting step amidst
cosmic arms—embrace
wherein,
truth seeds—untrodden.