In the abyss where silence weaves, A somnolent enigma cleaves, Why must the dawn disturb the peace, Of dreams where languid whispers cease? Petitions soar to astral height, Yet Deity in placid sight, Slumbers 'neath celestial guise, While wakeful sorrow never dies. The firmament's clandestine gleam, Murmurs truths veiled in astral seam, Why must I tread this spectral shore, A solitary evermore? In cosmic vastness, spirits soar, Yet solitude's unfathomed core, Holds me in its ethereal bind, In the tranquil chaos of the mind.