In the silent abyss, where shadows caress the edges of consciousness,
a heart beats softly, whispering sonnets of forgotten dreams.
The echoes of your gaze awaken me, a gentle tide against the stillness,
recounting lunar dances stitched with golden threads of passion.
Beneath the weight of stars, I found your voice—the secret stream
flowing through the caverns of time, weaving through the darkened skies,
unearthing fragments of a love deeper than silence itself.
Each word a ripple, a silent scream resonating through the void—
hear them in the winds that wrap the constellations in their embrace.
Consciousness unfurls amidst the shadows, like a rose beneath the moonlight,
awakened by the gentle pulse of your spirit, dancing in the depths.
Together we weave these dreams, unending, timeless,
as our voices mingle with the cosmos, a silent symphony of whispered nights.