Beneath the whispering ether
Of hidden constellations
Lies the echo of resplendent shadow
A dance unchoreographed by mortal hands
The cycles whisper cryptic tales
Of comets that never crossed
Paths untraveled by light
But caressed by the murmur of void
The moon sings more than songs;
A tapestry of woven time,
Tracing arcs of midnight sighs
Through eons of silent navigation.
Each star, a forgotten whisper,
Each shadow, a remembered truth
Constellations folding into shadows,
Secrets encrypted in their dance.
Listen, oh seeker, to the cycles' breath,
The rhythm of ages boundless and free
Underneath the blanket of dreams and twilight,
Beyond the reach of celestial gaze.