Golden, Warm, Alive

"You know… it starts so small. A flicker. A breath. Something we almost missed. But there it is, floating, moving, never quite stopping." "And the trees? They just watch." A whisper in the dark A glimmer in the leaves It turns, it twists A shadow under the eaves The trees lean in The stars hold their breath Tiny soul Dancing with death Tiny soul Where the wind goes Nobody knows Through the trees, through the flame It drifts without a name They say the stars are maps Roads Highways But not for this No destination, just the motion Endless motion Do you hear it The sigh. The cry. The cosmic lullaby It once danced in the light Golden, warm, alive Now it slips into the cracks The echoes The places we don't look What's left behind Memories Ashes A name carved into nothing Tiny soul Where the wind goes Nobody knows Through the trees, through the flame It drifts without a name They say the stars are maps Roads Highways But not for this No destination, just the motion It drifts without a name They say the stars are maps Roads Highways But not for this No destination, just the motion Endless motion Do you hear it The sigh. The cry. The cosmic lullaby It once danced in the light Golden, warm, alive Now it slips into the cracks The echoes The places we don't look What's left behind Memories Ashes A name carved into nothing Tiny soul Where the wind goes Nobody knows Through the seas, through the flame It drifts without a name "And when it's gone, the stars keep crying." "But maybe that's how they shine."