In dreamland stitched with night,
Where silver whispers lie apart,
A moth to flame she treads on light,
The bravest song, the loveliest art.
Through autumn haze, in twilight rune,
She gathers echoes—lost to time,
Dancing shadows 'neath a brooding moon,
All paths unwind, in rhythm, rhyme.
Come, sail upon the starlit dew,
Where secrets bound the silent sound,
Hold the sky in shades of blue,
In this world of dreams unbound.