Time. Flow.

In the gentle clasp of the dawn's first light,Time drips like honey,
Pale golden drops on silken threads,
the weaving of the universe’s loom.

Echoes of forgotten seas,
stretching under moon-kissed arches,
waves whisper the secrets of ages past,
the rhythm of eternity, an unbroken circle.

Flow, like the breath of silent silver streams,
carving shadows in whispery songs.
Echoes, echoes, of the cosmos' heartbeat.
Every breath a story, every sigh a world.

In dusk’s tender embrace,
the sands of time cascade beneath restless skies,
each grain a tale, an eternity in stardust,
whispering to the dreamers wrapped in twilight’s shawl.

Flow, again.

Eclipse echoes in moonlight.

An eternal sigh… whispers… flow.