Fragments of Silence

Beneath a sky of liquid shadows,

the veins of light unfold,

they move, they breathe,

like an ancient map of the unseen.

To the left, the water dances,

breaking into deep blues,

serpentines of cold lines,

a memory that never rests.

But to the right,

the fire writes its story,

burning in red, in rust, in quiet voice,

like a scream trapped within the earth.

Between both worlds—

a wound of glass,

a fragment that connects the intangible,

where time folds,

and the tangible becomes a dream.

I gaze, I cross,

I fall and I rise,

I am water,

I am fire,

I am the moment

where everything touches

and nothing remains.