Mystic Whispers
Like oil spills on the white calligraphy of night,
Cradled in the arms of galaxies gone mad with longing,
Fractals of your essence ripple—
Each breath sung into the void becomes a monsoon in stardust.
Tell me your secrets through unraveling cosmos;
The heart's desire scribbled across celestial terrains.
Can you feel the constellations tremble,
When your mere thought breaks the silence of eons?
Join me where the cosmos whisper softly,
Beyond the veil of twilight dreams, our souls entwined,
In the ballet of unseen comets— silver-tipped and soft.