In the silent whispers of evening's own embrace,
where stars speak in hues of shimmering lace.
Gravity wells, drawing forth hearts adrift,
caught in the eddies of cosmic rifts.
Are we not echoes of light across astral seas,
bound in this dance by destiny's decrees?
Follow the river, its path unwinds
in search of a formless future that binds.
Whisper |
Wanderlust
In delta's embrace, let go of the night,
surrender to dreams that drift into flight.