In a world of shadows and deep silences, I tread slowly

In a world of shadows and deep silences, I tread slowly, On the paths of solitude, where stars weave my hair with gentle rays, The guardian trees whisper to the wind tales long forgotten, And people are storms that break my peace in waves of words, Their voices become storms that drown my soul in murky waters, They trap me in webs of lies and promises lost to the wind, They strip me of my silence and leave me bare under a sky full of words, I retreat to hidden corners of the universe, where the moon knows my secrets, In their noisy tumult, I am the cat beneath the heavy steps of elephants, Silent in a world that knows not to listen, only to speak, In solitude, I find the harmony of a symphony of mute whispers, Each thought is a falling star, each breath a new universe, In the pale light of the dawning day, I find my balance, On the edge of a dream, where silence is my quiet queen, In this eternal dance of silence, I live the unseen magic of the world, Words are but distant echoes, lost in time.