Underneath the canopy of eternal twinkles, where the shadows whisper clandestine lullabies, a token of celestial poetry drifts untethered, woven by stardust and long-forgotten sighs.
Unseen hands etch verses upon the spine of night; luminous sonnets escape the bosom of darkness, an ode to the lovers, forever decoupled by time— held by the silken embrace of cosmic ignorance.
"In the reverberation of silver whispers, you shall find my heart—
in the spectral embrace of unseen twilight—my soul."
Like spectral dancers they waltz in solitude,
carved from echoes of a dawn yet to bloom;
in that ephemeral moment, love is reborn
amidst the shimmering breath of astral gloom.