Stars whisper forgotten verses
upon the canvas of the night.
Their melodies, fractals in the dark,
unravel like tales unwritten,
lost in the echo of a waking dream.
In silent realms, shadows dance,
painting ephemeral paths
through the corridors of time.
A cacophony of unsung songs,
they ripple through worlds unseen,
where colors bleed into sound,
and silence hums the universe's lullaby.
Did you hear the rain's laughter,
or the moon's soft lament?
Away they drift, like dandelion seeds,
on the breath of an eternal journey.
Embrace the unspoken, the unseen,
let the ephemeral weave its tapestry
across the canvas of your soul.