Under the languid waltz of silvered orbs,
shadows dance in tapestries unseen,
whispered dreams flow like liquid warmth,
tracing secrets in the night’s silent bosom.
Close your eyes, let the echoes sing,
a serenade of shadow and light,
where each breath is a celestial tide,
washing shores of forgotten memory.
The moons watch, timeless and wise,
reflection upon reflection, dawn upon dusk,
fractals of light, a cosmic symphony,
woven in the loom of the endless night.
Listen to the echo, hear the call,
a lighthouse of ancient luminescence,
guiding restless hearts through the void,
where the shadows know all truths untold.