O moonlit oracle, speak to me thy riddles.
For on these barren pastures of astral sheen,
The murmurs of forgotten dreams weep
In echoes of a thousand midnight sighs.

Who walks here by the cratered shores,
A soul unbound, lost to the jade tides?
The lunar crickets sing their silent songs,
As the sky weaves velvet curtains around thy heart.

Listen, for the stars do not lie,
They whisper secrets of past lives.
These celestial highways, a maze of luminescence,
Guide your steps on this nocturnal voyage.