Whisper of Celestial Threads

Through time’s shadows, a gentle whisper flows,
the sky unwinds, a silver thread,
like a delicate line between dream and reality,
that dances in silence, without regret.
Threads weaving into a tapestry grand,
fall, shining bright with a subtle gleam,
every echo is a touch of memory,
that brushes the heart like a fragile thread.
The sky whispers secrets concealed,
within the folds of eternal and finite,
a voice that glows through, discreet and dark,
in darkness, a filament of endless light.
And we walk on, listening to the whisper,
among the shadows of time that fades away,
silver threads binding our very being
in silence, the eternal merges with breath.