Whispers of the Celestial
In the boundless azure, where birds dare not glide,
I wander, lost, beneath the gossamer tide.
Skyward, the whispers, they call to my core,
Echoes of dreams that drift evermore.
Stars litter the canvas, like dew on dark pines,
Each a forgotten story, a soul in its binds.
Farther than reach, yet closer than breath,
A labyrinth of lumens, a waltz with death.
The horizon beckons, a line drawn in fate,
Between what is longing and what must await.
I dance with the clouds, a specter of light,
In the orchestration of the stars' quiet night.
So, here I remain, where the air tastes of time,
An echo, a shadow, a whispering rhyme.
Shall you join me in this skywardly roam?
Find the paths, where the wanderer calls home.
The Ephemeral Journey
Echoes of Tomorrow