In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where shadows dance with the moon’s light,
Lies the essence of all things bright,
A symphony of existence, hidden from sight.
Through the corridors of time we tread,
Seeking truths in the paths weâve led,
In the silence, where words are shed,
We find meaning in thoughts unsaid.
The universe speaks in cosmic tones,
In stars, in stones, in ancient tomes,
A language of the unknown zones,
We are but echoes, wandering alone.
In the heartbeats of the endless void,
Lies a peace, unbroken, unalloyed,
In the stillness, where lifeâs deployed,
We grasp the philosophy, once enjoyed.