In the vast tapestry of night,
where stars murmur tales untold.
Luminous hearts bleed ink of silence,
etching echoes into ether's fold.
The sky breathes in nebulous swirls,
a cosmic dance veiled in dark curls.
Intuition carved from forgotten lore,
beckons us to celestial shores.
Dare ye to follow, where paths unfold,
through whispers woven in ether's gold?
Fear not the echo of silence’s cry,
for in each breath, the constellations lie.
Seek the stars hidden in shadows,
feel their whispers, soft like meadow's.
Listen, as time entwines space anew,
each blink a question, each pause a cue.
(. . .) fragments of stars scattered wild,
celestial sonnets sung soft and mild.
Follow their song, tender and keen,
through the veils of the cosmic unseen.