In the ether of beyonds, where starlight hums,
a forgotten melody, weaving through ancient vines of time,
echoing within the hollowed cores of fickle moons.
Each note, a whisper from the sparkling void, an ardent sonnet
sung by the unseen aeons, held within the cradle of celestial dust.
Did the suns remember your voice,
did the comets trail your laughter upon their icy arcs,
mapping forgotten futures in phosphorescent tears?
We sing still, amidst cosmic silences,
our words adrift upon astral currents, adoring,
tracing the forgotten paths between stars long lost to sighs.
Journey further, should you dare, to another uncharted secret: Dream Weavings
or linger with ancient echoes here: Stellar Shadows