Silent Reverence

In the echoing chambers of the morning mind,
dawn refracts its speechless warmth,
emitted from prisms of thought and dreamdance.

Silence is not absence;
it is rich with the anthem of unheard consonance.
Rooms speak volumes, airy nebulas in stardust paradoxes.
A reverent pause hums the melody of life.

Prismatics of ambition fused
within glass halls sparkle hard in emptiness
until kaleidoscopic whispers oscillate their abandoned recognition.

Within this vibrant silence lies
the cradle of unseen revolutions.
Bubbling serenade birthing galaxies of inner cosmos.