Etheral Threads

In the cradle of silence, where whispers grow old,

Lies the universe woven in threads spun of gold.

Stars are but sequins, stitched high in the night,

Adorning a tapestry kissed by the light.

Each thread is a lifetime, a story untold,

A dance of the fleeting, both timid and bold.

Through shadows and brilliance, they intertwine,

A melody crafted by hands divine.

The rivers hum softly, their course ever true,

While mountains stand steadfast, kissed by the dew.

Time drips like honey, sweet yet severe,

Marking the moments that vanish, yet near.

The laughter of children, the mourning of rain,

The thrill of ambition, the ache of old pain.

Each note a refrain in this boundless refrain,

A hymn of the transient, both loss and gain.

Oh, mortal, remember, you too are a thread,

A stitch in the cosmos, alive though it’s fled.

Rejoice in your weaving, this brief, vivid stay,

For the fabric eternal shall not fray away.

So dance in the moonlight, breathe deep of the air,

Let your colors bleed boldly; love, dream, and dare.

For the symphony echoes through eternity's halls,

And even the smallest of voices enthralls.