Where the Echoes Fade

My darling, the constellations sang tune yet unformed, melody unseen
In the folds of your dreams, where time folds and unfolds like an ancient whisper
The river of possibility, winding through silent valleys of yearning
Where never was, and perhaps always might have been
Beyond the veil of things,
the truth of our unspoken destinies
And the cosmic laughter that dances
on the edge of oblivion in the midnight sky