The whispers of the untamed echoes,
weave tales between the breaths of stars
as shadows stretch and retreat,
glimpses of a dream unspun.
Are we not but reflections in the dewdrop,
held captive by the morning's embrace?
Listen, listen closely and forth,
slip the bonds of the waking world.
The tremors beneath the velvet sea,
resonate with the heart of a new dawn;
each wave a syllable,
each echo a verse unending.