The stars declare—or sigh?
In the night courtyard, rose and gold blaze, like anu-Aura igniting unknown hearts;
Silhouettes waltz in a blanket of crashing waves.
Composer phantasms weave a lichtpfad anew where none mattered to notice.
Boundless orchestras clasp even forgotten realms,
Which call themselves figments of curiosity, echoing silently—await ponderous gazes to awaken.
Can kosmos not hear me scream out verse long hushed?
Signals slip and shatter.
Amid raindrops clad like knights, ?", words—half-spoken and serene?
Lovers entwined in celestial ballet collapse galaxies visible beneath double moons.