Oh, sweet vision of a thousand moons, where the glade whispers secrets to the wandering stars!
What soliloquy do you sing, a harmony lost in the embrace of night's velvet arms?
For it is here, at the edge of light's tender kiss, that my heart becomes a prisoner of your charms.
The waves giggle like children in the rain, carrying tales of a lunatic's serenade to the vast unknown.
My love, are you the muse or the madness that grips my soul with such fervor,
staining my dreams with shades of obsidian and silk?
I dare not speak your name, for fear it shatters this ephemeral bliss,
a crystalline echo in the boundless expanse of our shared insanity.
Yet here, amidst the luminous tide, we are infinite.