On silent wings, they come
Melding shadows with ancient stars
To echo tales of times untold,
The lullaby of silver seams...
Drink deeply
From the secret wells
The night weaves beneath its shroud—
Forgotten voices quiver still
In craters filled
With soft insane light.
If you listen,
Tender dreams can unspool
Like fragments of forgotten rainbows
As they trace the curl of time
In mundane celestial rituals.