When the silence of 3 a.m. filters through curtains, attention befriends echo. "Did you realize you've borrowed this moment?" Shattered seconds now solder into mosaics; fleeting lapses are ordained magistrates of our forlorn grounds.
Those whispers, encrypted indeed, loosen constellations within us, wrapping spectra in silk, leaving us with the charmed luminance of yesteryears and eternity.
If only your heart could challenge the stars."
- to another whisper