did the stars whisper her name?
once etched in gold, now drenched in rain,
vows in the silence, a spectre's claim—
lost in the echo, wandering flame.
between dusk and dawn's crimson dance,
where the heart beats, the void's romance,
shards of forgotten lexicon prance;
willful innocence, tender abstinence.
labyrinths cradle the weeping moon,
spirals of destiny chant a tune;
perhaps in the maze of opaline sighs,
a lover lost amidst shadow-clad skies.