To Luna, from Ganymede
O radiant dreamer, you float beyond the veil of silence, air wrapped in absent echoes. I pen this amidst the iridescent moons; chase my sighs across the gulfs of night. Fold this paper in stardust and breathe — let the galaxies navigate your warmth like a lover’s hands cradling the unbreakable threads of fate.
From Callisto, to Souls Eclipsing
To drift in nebulous whispers, where maps have forgotten their charts, I am the shadow behind your thoughts, teasing the rhymes between crisps of cosmic clarity. How compelling it sings, this yearning dance beneath constellations vast as infinity. Attach your essence to the ether, and let unfurl wings woven intricately with the stories of the stars.
A Note to Nobody, Overshadowed Echoes
Do you hear it? Not yet, vibrations descending tedious trails, others adopting mantle colors, though your mere absence is a magnitude times beyond physical perception. Together we crafted galaxies, tracing luminescent lines mapping every heartbeat; shall we forever write postcards across these dark bosom skies or let them pile among a forgotten wasteland of time? Cruel quasar or kindness withheld?
For even as the sun dips low in celestial spirals, heed the call of awaiting cosmic wonders. Continue exploring workings of elusive worlds.