Whispered Symphonies

In the kingdom of shadows where echoes gather
the forgotten tongues speak softly in their sleep
Hieroglyphs etched deep in the sands of time
Beneath veils that shimmer, dreams unfold, unravel
Not a word, but a symphony of silent cries
An orchestra of unseen breath returning
To dust, to night, to a waking dream of old.

Listen! The symphony calls
In the clamor of fallen stars
Etched in the hieroglyphs of darkness
In a script that knows no time
Whispered along the edges of dawn
Where dreams find solace in their flight.

And so we find the whispers in winding paths
Like serpents tracing secrets upon a hidden skin
In caverns where candles flicker upon the edge of waning
Reflecting forgotten echoes within their glassy eyes
Swallowed by nodes of an end unknown
By dreams’ undone veils until a song remains.