Echoes of the infinite

Listen, can you hear it?  

A symphony formed,  

each note a soft breath  

from the shadows of lost lives,  

the myriad of worlds  

that have come,  

then slipped into the silence.

 

Stars sparkle like memories,  

their light,  

a reminder of something once bright,  

flickering in the vast dark,  

a reminder of faces,  

voices,  

dreams that filled the void  

and left no trace.

 

Time expands,  

dust and echoes swirling - 

a harmony of notes and hopes,  

carried on the cosmic wind,  

swelling, fading, like wishes cast  

into an endless night,  

where once, laughter and joy ruled,  

but now, only silence reigns.

I'm a mapmaker

a mapmaker,      sketching the heart's uncharted shores  

with the ink of old dreams,  

drawing lines between  

 

loneliness and love,  

mapping the heavy weight of questions,  

the load we all carry,  

with gentle strokes  

lessons learned in shadowed corners.

 

Each star a flicker,  

each echo a heartbeat,  

reminding us we're not alone,  

bound by threads unseen,  

woven like songs through the fabric of being-  

each life a note,  

melodies crashing and colliding,  

floating and fading  

into the expanse of forever.

 

And as the music loops back,  

we stand still for a moment,  

breathless at the wonder,  

spellbound by the cosmic ballet,  

the dance of existence,  

a poetry we write  

with every heartbeat,  

with every thought.

 

Can you feel it?  

The pull of the infinite,  

the echoes of what has been,  

a reminder that here,  

in this vast sea of stars,  

we are all stitches in one grand quilt,  

forever sewn, forever bound,  

echoing through the dark,  

in a symphony  

that never ends.