In the obsidian depths, where shadows parade unbidden,
I glimpse the silhouettes, cast by a light unseen,
Their movements narrate verses, delicate as whispers,
Hinting at a romance woven in stardust and dreams.
Here, amongst the abyssal currents, your essence lingers,
A beacon amidst fathomless nights, gloriously unyielding,
Our dance, tethered to invisible threads of electric longing,
In each pulsar's glow, in every gentle nebula’s sigh.