The Fragile Glimmer of the Chalice

Rising from the depths, a silent sigh,
From an invisible and dark crater.
Small pearls, a moment brought to pass,
Reflect the light that knows no future.

Each one a world, a perfect sphere,
Following a path, a secret law.
They climb slow, or with passionate flare,
A constellation held in gentle awe.

They reach the rim, the ethereal vault,
A curtain of light dissolving into naught.
A soft breath whispers, the true essence exalt,
Then just a tremor, a moment overwrought.

Yet every time, from the deep bottom,
A new flash rekindles the morning.
An infinite cycle, a whisper of the world,
In its ephemeral and sacred destiny.