TIME AND THE BUTTERFLY!

In the heartbeat of the universe, stars fall silently,
tracing echoes of forgotten dawns; time winds coiling gently.
We're always here, looping now and repeating again, again.
Chains of golden moments break, reform to rhythm anew.
Can whispers become locked within eternity’s vault?
Love is the seraph of time, wings brushing against the night.

If we were whispers,
slipping through cracks in moment’s pause,
would we echo louder? Softer?
Hushed kisses like ink trails, weaving tapestries rich with dreams,
in a dance of light and shadows.

Shall we repeat together beneath timeless turns,
past the shadow of the ancient moon?
Our every breath a circle, spinning in splendor.