Once, in the dim alcove of time's gentle persuasion,
A solitary star breathed softly, tender rays painting stories of yore across the velvet sky.
Whispers, akin to the silent gait of shadows,
Drifted through the murmurs of an unbroken slumber.
The moon, a sentinel of nocturnal musings, cradled the inchoate
symphony of night, where
vagrant dreams danced in ethereal silhouette.
In this kaleidoscope of hushed reveries,
A silhouette whispered truths forged in the glow of a secret dawn.
Shadows, like velvet draperies swaying in silent harmonics,
Timidly unveiled the cadence of an enduring twilight,
Each pulse a phrase in the farrago of an unuttered melody,
Echoing through the canyon of unspoken wishes.
"Grasp the threads of daybreak," they murmured in hushed violins,
"Let the weave of time span across souls entwined friendly evening."
In the hollowed corners of yesterday, a cascading echo
Mirrors the hue of hope, fragile yet fierce, caught in the silky hands of
shadowed dreams.
A gathering of golden whispers entwined as constellations remembered fleeting
eternity.