Forgotten Comets

In the embrace where shadows tangle with time,
forgotten comets hum their lullabies,
drifting through the whispering dark
where stars unwritten gather tears.

Once upon, they danced, blinding silver-kissed.
Now sigh through cosmic forests,
their echoes, sighs of childish giggles,
speak wonders that never touch the ground.

The moon remembers their star-sown tracks,
weaving dreams in the cradle of dusk.
Catch a comet, it murmurs, while you can,
before they vanish into dust of lore,
like shadows in the fold of a midnight book.

Would you weave their song into a wish,
a night-touched secret to keep out of time?
Perhaps the comets would sing a tale new,
of worlds on the other side of horizons,
where whispers kiss stars awake.