The Eternal Whisper

In the void that knows no name or rise,
A silent clock beats out the naught,
Its whispers fall like dancing stars,
Through shades of oblivion, timeless and moonless.
The hands skim the void, leaving no trace,
While the sky melts into breaths of silence,
Their whisper unveils the secret of nothingness,
A shadowed melody the heart dares not hear.
Amidst the stars that tremble in a void’s embrace,
Time is lost within a vortex of forgotten grace,
Each beat is an echo from a past that will not turn,
A silent dance, suspended ’tween the dream and farewell.
And the clock grows still, in its endless whisper,
While shadows fade to naught that waits no longer,
And the heart is lost within eternity’s flow,
Where all things have passed, and nothing starts to grow.