I am the whisper of a cloud in solitude,
released to wander through the endless blue,
tracing paths of ephemeral light.
Each drop an echo of the stars' past whispers,
a fleeting journey from heaven to earth,
pooling into the abyss of the ground below.
I fall alone, yet not alone—
for in this descent, I am never empty,
holding within the stories of celestial dreams.
Can you hear the stars sing, the dusk hum,
as worlds collide gently awash in twilight's embrace?
Perhaps, maybe, or perhaps not.