Somewhere, beneath imagined seas, a whisper was caught in the briny air,
its notes reminiscent of a song half-remembered, sung by lips
that grazed the edge of dreams. Whispers of longing
entangled in the melody of the universe's breath.
"I left you with the stars," the voice sighed, each word
dissolving like mist over ocean waves. "Tell the moon,
I watched her rise alone, bearing shadows full
of untold stories and sonnets to a sun that never sets."
Can you feel it? The pulse of constellations,\br>
tracing your longing silhouette against the night's eternal canvas.
In this dim-lit cosmos, we are but echoes seeking shore,
drowning in the tenderness of light-year prose.
Follow the star whispers,
and they might take you home,
weaving through nebulae where dreams linger,
those silent cellos of the universe yearning to play for you, once again.