When the shadows stretch
like a river of twilight
and silence weighs
the invisible burden
on fragile shoulders
O wandering soul,
hear the soft hymn of the night:
Rest, for darkness lulls the weary
in its calm embrace.
Behind the veil
where silence dissolves
secrets whisper
veiled in the womb of silence.
The stars, though hidden
spread their light like seeds
binding the heavens
with invisible gold.
We are waves
on an endless ocean
chasing a shore
that vanishes into mist.
Perfection eludes the seeking hand
but beauty blows
in the spaces between.
The night unfurls
its infinite canvas
its colors revealed
to the heart of the beholder.
The stars, distant
and sturdy lanterns
whisper softly:
Hope remains
when light fades.
Through the labyrinth
woven by unseen threads
time murmurs its song
a melody neither ours to hold
nor to silence.
Each step an echo
each breath a bridge
leading us closer
to the boundless unknown.
