Whispers of distant orbs echo in forgotten tones,
Like shadows that slip through dreamscapes,
Only to find themselves captured in
The amber glow of twilight's embrace.
Deja vu dances upon the edges,
A spectral waltz of what could be and what once was.
Each phrase, a thread woven into the fabric of stars,
Each pause, a moment suspended in the void's gentle sigh.
To walk among planets like leaves upon a stream,
To trace lines in the cosmos with fingers dipped in starlight,
Is to know the secrets of time itself,
A lullaby sung by the spheres in their eternal pirouette.