The moon whispers secrets to the restless tides
Upon the woeful cradle of ever-patient night.
Dreams echo in hollow tapestries,
Lanterns weaving through the mists of yore.
An ethereal chain,
Link to link, fragile, luminous.
Memories like dew upon morning's breath,
Flickering upon the edge of awareness.
Castles in the air built on reverie,
Their shadows paint stories in flickering dusk.
Time, a starlit wanderer, majestic yet tender;
Holds in its palm, the universe's glow.