In shadows, the pulse of unknown gibberish spins,
tears like dew drops cling to night's fragile wings,
a sequence of forgotten echoes stirs the moon.
Listen! To the echo of unheard stories,
the silent chatter of yesterdays we've buried in the sand.
Click the petals that sprout from dust,
bloom the skies with chaotic thought.
Yet, in the cracks between these words,
whispers... they do linger like ghosts unfound,
keeper of the moth-light, guardian of twilight's secrets.
Invisible keys, whispers' hazy cascade,
in the lunatic's meadow of echoes unforgiven,
they dance on tiptoes sinking in ether's haze,
Keeping beats from the heart of the earth.
Savor the symphony, savor the night...