In the waltz of constellations,
where stardust whispers the untold poetry
of forgotten embraces,
a silhouette dreams in hues untouchable...
What linger beyond, a syllable caught in infinity,
yearning to burst like a supernova,
spelling love in patterns unknown,
a secret script of the cosmos’ heartbeat.
Do you hear the echoes, love?
Soft as a sigh, they ritually dissolve,
across echoes both tremulous and tender,
pointing only where blood moons converse.
An abyss sings, my remembered ghost,
spiraling through layered veils of silent ardor,
a celestial interlude carried across
the woven mist of a thousand heartbeats.
Nebulae, spangled memories of light...
To love what is unseen
yet to dream the words that paint it.