In poetic silence you hover, a dream woven from the night's tapestry,
Untethered by the realm of shadows, a phantom whisper of the unseen.
Beneath your crimson glow we wander, seekers of the spectral hymn,
Each line a constellation, each pause a voyage through the void.
Above, the silent stars listen, custodians of forgotten secrets.
Trace the curves of the universe, ponder the unseen.
Touch the ether, where no hand prevails, yet presence fills the space
in echoes unsung, in memories pale.