Luminous Vault

In the silence of starlight's embrace, where dreams take flight,

an echo of a forgotten lullaby floats,

"In the hidden alcove of thought,
lies a whisper of the past,
a thread woven in the twilight,
unfurling tales half-spoken."

Moonbeams slip through the cracks,
illuminating shadows that dance
to the rhythm of a heart untold.

Here, the vault is both keeper and keeperless,
holding the ethereal, the soulful sighs,
ephemeral as the dew at dawn.