🌃 I Slept In The Ether Before I Was Born 🌃

I slept in the ether before I was born, A shadow of stardust, untouched by the dawn. I dreamed of the seas, though I knew not their name, And felt every breeze as a whisper of flame. In silence, I wandered through endless night skies, No heartbeat, no breath, no tear-filled goodbyes. I floated on winds that were older than time, And tasted the pulse of a world without rhyme. The moon was my mother, the sun but a star, I cradled their light though I drifted afar. I knew of the rivers, the forests, the dew, But still, I was nothing, a thought never true. In the hush of creation, my spirit lay still, No love yet to stir me, no sorrow to fill. I heard not the voices of life's gentle call, But felt every movement, the rise and the fall. Then time reached to hold me, and dreams took their form, I woke to the earth and its tenderest storm. But still in my bones, I remember the night— The ether, the quiet, the absence of light.