In the quiet hours when the world surrenders to the embrace of night, do you ever find your thoughts echoing louder than the silence around you? There's a certain magic in the stillness, a canvas where the soul unveils its most guarded reflections.
As I sit beneath the blanket of stars, I feel the weight of my own existence. Each star, a luminary witness to the tales written on the parchment of my heart. There's a universe within, waiting to be explored by the intrepid traveler—my own consciousness.
In the echoes of my thoughts, I find constellations of memories, some twinkling with the laughter of yesteryears, others dimmed by the shadows of moments I wish I could rewrite. The night becomes a confidante, absorbing the whispered confessions of a soul in search of meaning.
And so, under the cosmic theater of the night sky, I invite you to join this midnight reverie. Let's wandertogether through the corridors of introspection, where the heart speaks in the language of emotions, and every star holds a story untold.
Wow! I have been left speechless before these sparkling verses that leave astonished the eyes that dance to the swing of each line.
Beautiful poem.
Thanks for sharing
Good day.
This is wonderful and poignant.
So interesting... I've just begun to delve into trying to understand "consciousness" a bit more. As if I'll ever figure this one out!
Sometimes poetry says it far better. Maybe always...
p.s. This would really "pop" more if you added a featured image! Worth it for sure!