Stellar Breath

Space is silent, but breathes the invisible breath of stars.
The empty room bends, silent, attentive to tomorrow.
Every object ignites with memory of the future.
A chair becomes a map of journeys yet unlived.
A cup holds the flavor of a city yet to be born.
The table carries within its wood the time that is coming.
On glass, the light traces routes still invisible.
If the breath expands, the room becomes sky and road.
Every thing remains a promise of a tomorrow that breathes with us.