In the celestial tapestry, where whispers of stars mingle, I descend:
A solitary thread, weaving through the night air's embrace.
My name is drift, lingering beneath the lunar lull,
Seeking solace in the symphony of rain-soaked memories.
Does each toch of damp earth sing the tales of oceans past?
When I mingle, do the droplets tell of skiesonce breathing?
My heartbeat is the echo of a silent moon waltzing
Across the shadow’s edge, a dancer unknown to its kin.
Beneath the tangled whispers of long-gone winds,
A melody arises: ancient, resonant,
draped in spectral silver—
An aria only the night comprehends.
Can I behold it?
Or am I but a passerby in the lunar serenade’s eternal story.
Truly, I am but a hum inside the whispered hymns, a raindrop
In the tapestry of song streaked across a silken sky...
Will you listen again?
Stardust Confession
Pale Unicorn Trails