In night's velvet embrace, the stars whisper
secret tales of ancient wanderers,
voyagers adrift on cosmic tides,
their breath a luminous dance
illuminating the ghostly parchment of sky.
Beyond time's grasp,
where light bends and echoes
of a thousand forgotten names
linger in the ink-shrouded silence,
a constellation of your heartbeat remains.
Trace the invisible lines,
the arcs of dreams unfurled,
where gravity's tender pull
is a memory of touch
in the infinite longings of space.
Follow the map
of lost constellations,
the tethered sighs
of the interstellar sea.
Dreamlines
Otherworlds