A song unwinds, downwards
Lurking in silvered tongues
Unheard auroras whisper softly,
Where shadowed hymns dance in reverse.
Echoes ascend, melting in twilight
Night paints its whispers in golden streaks
Wonderful is the call of stars,
Befriending the hallowed zenith.
When will the lingering chant emerge,
To swathe the dawn in tunes reborn?
Reflection weaves a tapestry,
Of luminous forgotten spheres.