Symphony of the Stars
In the cradle of night, where silence hums,
A melody of moons drifts upon the dusken tides.
Lost echoes dance between the star-flecked void,
Singing hymns under the watchful gaze of Sirius.
Here the moondust whispers,
Coated in the residue of antiquated dreams;
Each grain a note, each shadow a pause in the grand opus,
Composed in the quiet solitude of the cosmos.