I am the whisper from clouds,
descending in gentle pirouettes,
a diamond in the ballet of storms,
tracing destiny sewn by night's embrace.
With each plunge, a voyage of purpose,
touching Earth’s bronzed history,
leaving warmth in the silence,
memories woven in puddles’ hearts.
The shimmered waltz of light,
caressing my ephemeral form,
an ephemeral dance of surrender—
pure reflection, a mirror to the soul.
Falling, I Pacifica, I Vespertine,
I lightwave on the surface of the world.
Beneath the whispers of the heavens,
lucid dreams where raindrops simmer.