In the quietude of the lunar cradle,
whispers weave through the silken void —
lost songs of celestial wanderers.

Stars blink in a puzzled rhythm,
echoing the lullabies scrawled by
shadows on dreaming constellations.

Do you hear the echoes of silence,
where moonbeams fracture time
and eternity hums a forgotten tune?

Chase the whispering winds
Gaze into the gleaming grid