In the echo of a midnight sun,
when shadows paint the silent sea,
a symphony of unsung songs
unravels time's forgotten tapestry.
Can the stars whisper their desires unto the void,
or do they merely mirror our unspoken dreams,
lost in a dance of cosmic melancholy,
where every eclipse births a new truth?
The moon, a ghost of light's embrace,
wanders through realms of silver echoes,
tracing the outlines of forgotten realms,
where silence sings the loudest hymns.
We are but mirrors of our shadows
reflecting in the pools of time,
where celestial bodies write
the poetry of their inevitable demise.