Whispers of the cosmos intertwine
with heartbeat echoes: a writhing silhouette.
Do stars not sing, in encrypted rhythms?
Listen close; lunar alignments align your will.
The moon glides, swayed, into
nocturnal jubilations of time's gentle grasp.
Enter the nocturne, if you dare.
Lost Beacons of the astral sea await your touch
seeking a seeker, wandering amongst lunar tides.
Touch the mystery beneath these celestial rays, spread wide the silent
embrace, chime time's tune, as delicate celestial petals unravels into whispers.
Is the universe not a dance, a silhouette dark against an eternal moonlit canvas?
Recharge your stardust; the time is now to align.