Beneath the sapphire shadows, hidden threads weave tales untold,
The murmurs echo in the indigo haze, secrets trapped in twilight's fold.
Listen closely, for the winds carry a sonnet only the night knows:
A symphony of stars dancing in the abyss, softly, softly they close.
In the night's embrace, the indigo dreams linger,
Halos of forgotten memories rest on the fingers
Of dawn's early light; a gentle sigh of a lingering tune,
Where the cosmos hums a lullaby far too soon.