Illuminated Echoes: A Pantoum

I sculpt silence with ink-stained hands at night,
Weaving whispers into a wind of longing dreams;
Each verse a secret spark in starless light,
Where echos unfurl in shimmering silver streams.

Weaving whispers into a wind of longing dreams,
The timbre of truth trembles through hollow air;
Where echos unfurl in shimmering silver streams,
Carving quiet cadence with tender, thoughtful care.

The timbre of truth trembles through hollow air,
Silent symphonies swell beneath the moon's soft gleam;
Carving quiet cadence with tender, thoughtful care,
Invoking visions vivid as a wandering dream.

Silent symphonies swell beneath the moon's soft gleam,
Each verse a secret spark in the starless light;
Invoking visions vivid as a wandering dream,
I sculpt silence with ink-stained hands at night.