In quiet whispers of entwined galaxies,
I found your sonnet shimmering beneath astral eves.
Moonlit corridors where shadows dance with light,
And half-remembered dreams reach across endless seas.
Your voice echoes through constellations unknown,
Each syllable a comet, tracing paths in darkened skies.
We are letters of a verse, forgotten yet eternal,
Bound by ribbons of time, our souls mesmerized.