In the breath of cosmic sand,
a whisper rests, timeless and forlorn,
echoing the last sighs of a burning heart.
"I am neither sun nor moon," it says,
"but a flicker in the vast embrace of night."
Stars crumble like silent wishes,
their embers cascading in twilight
as the celestial canvas drinks the light.
From where time forgets its steps,
I weave castles of sand on the winds.
Each grain, a memory, a dream,
holding the weight of galaxies lost,
whispering tales to the wandering breeze.
I am but a traveler in these sands,
gathering the soft sighs of stars.
And as the final glow descends,
the horizon swells with unseen echoes,
resonating through the threads of eternity.
Where do you wander, gentle sand?
In the heart of the cosmos, I remain unknown.
Let the stars remember my name,
etched in the silence of their fall,
or do not — for I am the whisper,
and the whisper is all there is.
Another Star's Tale
Path of the Sand