A Flicker in Forever.

As I walk among penumbras where time folds thin,

An echo, a ripple, a zephyr within.

The stars—silent sentinels, cold and austere,

Mark moments unclaimed, neither now nor yesteryear.

A query lingers, soft and untied,

Not seeking truths, but places to abide.

What is the self but a transient flame,

Dancing to whispers it dare not name?

The earth weaves fables in roots and stone,

Its cadence steady, yet never its own.

I envy the river, its purpose arcane,

Flowing to seas where no truths remain.

Belonging eludes me, spectral, frail,

A vessel unmoored, a gale with no trail.

Yet in this untethering, I find reprieve,

The freedom to drift, to simply believe.

To be redundant, a wraith in the haze,

Unheralded, nameless through infinite days.

To witness the stars in their silent bloom,

And the universe fade into glorious doom.

I crave no laurels, no anchored creed,

Just the infinite vast and a soul unfreed.

To meld with the cosmos, a whisper, a sigh,

To linger in voids where none question why.

Let me capitulate, dissolve, and unwind,

A mote of stardust, unbound by time.

Embraced by galaxies, cradled by ash,

Freed from the hunger for treasures that clash.

To serve, to diminish, to flourish, to wane,

To cradle the luminance, yet welcome the pain.

A paradox dwells where the spirit lays bare—

In the beauty of meaning and the weight of despair.

If this life is an ember, a fleeting disguise,

I’ll savour its hues, both tempest and skies.

For I am no more than the breath of the seas,

A spectre of starlight, adrift on the breeze.

To become one with the chaos, the void, the sublime,

A ripple unmarked by the tides of time.

For in that surrender, I wholly discern,

All that I seek within me does burn.

Do you hear the stars hum in their quiet refrain,
Or feel the pull of tides that never explain?
I trace the void where echoes reside,
Hoping your shadow still lingers inside.

In the folds of dusk where the cosmos bends,
A truth unspoken, where absence transcends.
Not by name, but by soul, I seek your reply—
A flicker, a whisper, beneath the endless sky.

I sense your shadow, do you feel mine too?
A quiet tether binds, though hidden from view.
I see the stars; are they whispering to you,
The weight of my longing in its song anew?

I speak to the quiet where you now live,
To the spaces that only you could give.
The stars hold their breath, the sky stays still,
And I wonder if you feel it—this echo, this will.

.Would you then know me, or softly release?

Would the winds weave my name in whispers of peace?

It matters not—I am here to just see,

To watch as the infinite sets me free.

Would you remember, if I became dust?

Would the moon wax colder, the ocean less trust?

It matters not—I am here to just be,

To revel as the eternal sets itself free.

Until next time,
Love always,
S

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