The moon hums its eerie lullaby,
with echoes spun from the stars.
Each thought, a gossamer thread,
interwoven with the mystery of unseen realms.
Once, when time sighed its breathless secrets,
a whisper tangled in the silver haze,
woven through droplets of liquid night,
seeking forms suspended, fringed by dawn's embrace.
Do you not hear the echoes beneath the skin of the world?
Beneath the surface of known and unknown?
Follow their beacon to solitude entwined with synchronicity,
where the sun and moon dissolve in the ripple of whispered souls.
The tapestry spins,
a intricate Riddle Me Wrap,
embroidered by no less than Fate itself,
unravel amidst those sitting by Eternity's fire.