Cosmic Canticles

Through the dim pane of memory, in the muted nocturnal glow of transient dreams, wander the gossamer thoughts of our unchartered youth, treading furtively into the starlit bazaar of the heaven-seeking soul. And I – the temporary observer, the transient catcher of flickering fireflies – marvel at the frail footsteps of this selfsame soul, throbbing pulsating vibrating in the tender heartbeat of little universes yet unborn in the swollen womb of lustrous imagination. The whispers sigh of no place and no time, whispering faintly like spirits in a snowstorm, or echoes in a whisper. For I, the ethereal dreamer that I am, lost among the eloquent weathered pages of time and space, breathe in the lilac shades of twilight and exhale the wings of wayward stars – for the soul knows not the language of man, only the unspoken paradigm of a cosmic song.