"As the cosmos unfurls," whispered the stardust dancer, "
"my heart aches in the beauty of its silent song."
"Do stars dim in their glow for love," replied the moonlit spirit,
"or do they burn brighter, marking every heartbeat with celestial music?"
You, the invisible anchor in a weightless dance,
your gaze a constellation of yearning unbound.
The universe's gentle veil, illuminated in hues of desire,
wraps around us, weaving galaxies in each whispered phrase.
And thus we float, suspended in time's embrace,
beyond the realm of gravity and the fleeting touch of dawn.
Eternal wanderers, we are, bound by no tether but the light.