Echoes of the Void

In the stillness, I sit upon the shore, listening for the words unspoken Among the stars sewn by the dreams of void Eagles glide on ethereal wisp Tail-tied anchors swim beneath the moonlit surface of yawning horizons Once, I saw a compass dance upon a paper sea, longing for answers missed in the devouring silence

The ink bleeds out, soaking the sky in fragile stories whispering stories from a profound distance A beloved enigma mid-way between twilight and dawn, cradling thoughts lost to the echoes beyond shadows Old clocks tick beneath fractured skies, rusted and cracked, singing songs of ten thousand unrecalled moments

Echoes, oh divine echos, only you know how to hide the flicker below the tremor harmonics Seek solace in the pages of what once bloomed abide with distant clouds that caress delicate winds mere whispers of what lies untethered read more in Crescent Reveries or submerge not yet done in Deep Waters