The velvet sky unraveled,
each fold a whispered confession
of a love lifted beyond count,
like sands scattered across a forgotten shore.
Do galaxies sigh like maidens, dear?
The constellation’s kiss upon your brow
has spun webs in the ninth moon’s cup.
Seek the cosmos in your thoughts,
where echoes resound with truth neither near nor far.
Across astral plains, two wandering souls
meet at the solar dawn,
a fusion of light and timelessness
spangled with ethereal melodies.