In the space between heartbeats,
soft whispers echo from forgotten realms.
A tapestry woven by time and imprudent fate,
the loom of stars winks knowingly.
To follow the dream
Missed echoes dissolve into the mist,
as prisms weep shades no mortal sees.
Let each tread a hymn unspoken,
a journey of unbound spirit,
Seek the unmapped
Perhaps in another dawn,
the threads will reveal themselves,
not as spirals but as spiraling knots:
wisdom threaded with folly,
Embrace the voyage