Echoes of Eternity: A Journey Through Time and Silence #W3Prompt #145

Who whispers through the void where silence sleeps,
Sleeps where the restless wanderer weeps,
Weeps for the stars that once lit the sky,
Sky, now veiled, where shadows lie.
Lie beneath the earth, where roots entwine,
Entwine the past in the depths of time.
Time that bends but never breaks,
Breaks like waves on the shore it takes.
Takes the moments, fleeting and frail,
Frail as the wings of a moth’s pale trail.
Trail through the night where secrets gleam,
Gleam in the darkness of a hidden dream.
Dream of the echoes that never fade,
Fade into the songs the wind has made.
Made of whispers and trembling light,
Light that dances before the night.
Night that swallows both hope and fear,
Fear of the unknown that draws so near.
Near the edge where the earth dissolves,
Dissolves into riddles no mind resolves.
Resolves to wander but never stay,
Stay where the morning devours the day.
Day that rises, then softly falls,
Falls like rain where memory calls.
Calls from the depths where silence grows,
Grows like a seed that no one sows.
Sows the truth in a barren field,
Field of dreams that the heart must yield.
Yield to the winds that carry despair,
Despair, yet beauty lingers there.
There where the rivers carve the stone,
Stone that bears the weight alone.
Alone, like the moon adrift in space,
Space that mirrors the human race.
Race to capture what cannot be held,
Held in shadows, where stories are spelled.
Spelled in whispers, soft and low,
Low as the tide’s unceasing flow.
Flow through the veins of a restless stream,
Stream where time suspends its dream.
Dream that flickers and fades away,
Away where the stars forget to stay.
Stay in the void where silence sings,
Sings of the sorrow the echo brings.
Brings a flame that warms the cold,
Cold as the truth the heart must hold.
Hold to the promise of light unseen,
Unseen, where shadows keep their sheen.
Sheen of silver and midnight’s hue,
Hue that bleeds into the dew.
Dew that clings to the fragile leaf,
Leaf that falls in quiet grief.
Grief that echoes through the years,
Years that drown in unspoken tears.
Tears that mark the passing of time,
Time that hums a soundless rhyme.
Rhyme that shatters and reforms anew,
Anew, where life emerges true.
True as the echoes we leave behind,
Behind the veil of the conscious mind.
Mind that wrestles with dreams unknown,
Unknown paths where the seeds are sown.
Sown in the soil of forgotten fears,
Fears that linger like shadowed spears.
Spears of light that pierce the soul,
Soul that yearns to feel whole.
Whole as the earth beneath our feet,
Feet that wander but never meet.
Meet the echoes of what has been,
Been and lost, yet seen again.
Again, the cycle repeats its song,
Song that rights what time makes wrong.
Wrong or right, the river flows,
Flows to the sea where no one knows.
Knows the depth of the ocean’s heart,
Heart that tears itself apart.
Apart, yet whole within its pain,
Pain that falls like gentle rain.
Rain that nourishes the barren ground,
Ground where silence is the only sound.
Sound that echoes in endless loops,
Loops of thought that the mind recoups.
Recoups its strength yet falters still,
Still as the night beneath the hill.
Hill where the trees stand guard and tall,
Tall as the tales that time recalls.
Recalls the stars that once would shine,
Shine through the ages, ancient, divine.
Divine as the echo that carries the name,
Name that burns like an eternal flame.
Flame that lights the darkest of skies,
Skies where the universe quietly lies.
Lies within us, vast and deep,
Deep as the dreams that silence keeps.
Keeps its secrets, soft and sweet,
Sweet as the shadows that time repeats.
Repeats the truth we long to find,
Find in the echoes that bind the mind.
Mind that bends but never breaks,
Breaks through the walls the heart creates.
Creates a melody, sharp yet kind,
Kind as the whispers left behind.
Behind the veil of the moon’s soft glow,
Glow of stars that the night will show.
Show the echoes that ripple and blend,
Blend into stories that never end.
End and beginning, one and the same,
Same as the cycle that echoes proclaim.
Proclaim the truths we long to hear,
Hear the whispers that draw us near.
Near to the edge of what we know,
Know the stars that endlessly glow.
Glow like embers that softly fall,
Fall through the void that cradles us all.

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