Quiet… the vastness strides with a silent pace, whispers await, in secrecy. Stars tremble, awaiting the sanctity’s blaze, before the waves, hush your voice silently. It is a wave of silence deep, human echoes yearning behind him. In sacred cup, where secrets repose, unspoken words strive to redeem. Chaos whispered in the silence, guard… eternity and transience struggle. Inkiness is seeking my compliance, redemption screams, growing vaster. Silent plea! May peace resurrect, let wrath shatter in the hush of light. In the mirror of dusk, hopes reflect, in the soft twilight’s tender might. The beginning and the end! Glory to them, let the chant sing like a sparkling lullaby, like mother’s face that you can’t forget, Prayer chants with the endless sky. Glory to silence, herald of grace, it waves shattered strands. In enchanting depth, like a distant glance, where last shall be first and first shall be last. * * *