In the space where whispers drift,
the wind carries tales of sleep.
Stories not meant to be told aloud,
but linger in the tangled midnight air.
Under the watch of a timid moon,
a lullaby without sound rests gently,
woven into the silence that breathes,
a tapestry of slumbering echoes.
Echoes in the Dreams
Fluttering of Voices
As the stars blink in a language forgotten,
the winds weave through the cosmic flute,
each note a step further into peaceful oblivion,
singing of the void’s embrace.
Songs of the Shadows
Abyssal Hush
Hold your breath and step lightly,
for beneath the shifting dark,
lies the serenade of stars
drifting beyond the grip of time.