In the mystery of night, when stars sing a forgotten hymn

In the mystery of night, when stars sing a forgotten hymn, I travel through the shadows of silence, seeking an abstract truth within. Through labyrinths of thoughts, an underground river carries me, With each ripple, closer to the star that ceased to be. In the whispers of the wind, I hear the call of ancient deities, Pouring into my soul desires and dreams of yesterdays’ pleas. Here, where time is but an ephemeral shade, I seek my essence beyond the waxen veil's cascade. I am a rootless tree, adrift on the endless sea, I wear my solitude like a cloak of twilight's decree. In the silent universe, I search for a thread of light, A connection with all that is and all that might. Rituals of silence bind my words to the sky, In the cosmic dance of stars, I find a truth austere and high. I repeat ancient incantations, words of forgotten lore, On the wings of dreams, I lose myself in a time unknown before. I am but a seeker in a world of questions and replies, A traveler through life's chaos, with a soul heavy with disguise. In every verse, a portion of the philosophy of silence sings, For in profound silence, I find the key to understanding things. And perhaps in this quest, solitude is but an illusion's guise, An echo of the desire to find meaning amidst confusion's ties. With each step, I draw nearer to the edge of infinity's reign, Where heaven and earth meet under destiny's domain. Through words, I rise in the eternal dance of stars, And in cosmic melancholy, I find the peace of spheres afar, For in the sea of silence, I rediscover me, A seeking soul in a boundless universe, without identity.