Older than time it’s self

Older than timeitsself

I stand in quiet rooms

where shadows know my name

and walls remember footsteps

I have watched suns rise

and fall without a word

seen rivers cut through stone

and mountains bow to nothing

I carry the weight of years

that no one counts

and the silence that speaks

more than voices ever could

I am older than memory

older than loss

older than the stars

that scatter across a night

that belongs to no one

I have walked through storms

felt the earth tremble beneath me

and still I remain

I have spoken to winds

that do not answer

and listened to echoes

that do not fade

I am the quiet after fire

the calm before dawn

the shadow that waits

beyond all knowing

I am the last breath of stars

the silence that follows all endings

older than any eye can see

and still I move