Beneath the crashing waves of forgotten night,
the singing shadows crave a whisper,
a lunatic's haiku dances on broken wings.
Crystals of dew fracture moonlight,
scattering melodies untamed,
the heart stumbles in each lunar heartbeat.
Bow to the astral choreography,
pirouettes in the silver cascade;
do not forget the enigma, the dance of orbits.
Evermore echoes a whimsical madness,
a serenade sung by stars unseen.