In the cradle of night's whisper
a lunatic's song croons
moonlit shadows dance
upon the shores of sleep.

Have you heard the starlit yarns
spun by the gossamer tongues of the void?
They mingle with the dawn's sigh,
entwined in eternal masquerade.

The clock ticks in reverse
as time waltzes
upon the fractured beams of light.
Follow the Moon's Trail
Whistle to the Wind