Echo de la pensée

I want to speak out loud And throw out my thoughts To the galaxy with the stars In silent halls where whispers dwell, A thought begins its fragile spell, A spark ignites, then softly flies, An echo born beneath the skies. Your imagination becomes your world Where consultations are first made Before decisions are made Where your thoughts echo Loud and clear Like you're thinking in Between the mountains Totally overshadowing your mind It wanders through the chambers deep, Where memories and secrets sleep, Reflecting back, a mirrored gleam, The shadow of a waking dream. Oh, echo of the fleeting mind, In you, our hidden truths we find, A voice that lingers, soft and clear, The song of thought we hold so dear.