When the moon leans low, a guardian to the starlit waltz,
The rivers whisper softly in the echoes of twilight's embrace.
A frosted sigh sweeps across the nights devastated petals,
Veiling hidden truths in the poetry of dusk-bound thoughts.
Between the stars, I heard the heart of the universe play its sweet tune.
An encrypted murmur slipped, a serpent of time unwrapping its mystery,
Touching frozen sands with whispers of stories untold.
With every breath the cosmos made, another secret unfolded,
A tapestry of silence, sewn with the thread of eternal night.
And there, beneath midnight's glowing ostentation,
The earth turned gracefully, a dancer upon the stars.
Footfalls of comets sang through a web of distant light,
Their songs a gentle echo of the future's fated gaze.