Call of the Cosmos I heard it young, a hum, a hush, A silver thread, a rising rush. It wound through wind, it sang through stone, A trembling, beckoning undertone. I reached too wide, I reached too deep, A flame that stirred but could not keep. The closer called, the further burned, And in the silence, I returned. Waters whispered, shadows spun, A mirrored sky, the distant sun. I drifted there through moonless tides, With nova stars behind my eyes. I learned the language of the void, The ache of empty space, employed. How hollow halls can still resound With lost refrains beneath the ground. I learned to listen, learn to hear, The hidden pulse both far and near. The hush between the heart's own beat, The sacred rhythm underneath. I learned to trust the voice that flows Through unseen paths where no one goes; To answer quiet, answer loud Each stellar song, each pulse avowed. I know now what was obscured - The mystery, pure and matured - The call once faint became my guide, And stars once distant burn inside.