When stars align but hold a distance,
the heart yearns through code and waves.
To receive but whispers,
is to catch the winds of cosmic romance.
The universe sends messages, coded with desire and hidden intentions,
the signals restlessly wander, seeking tender ears,
every pulse a heartbeat, lost to the ether.
A voice, both near and long gone:
"I've heard your dreams spun around Saturn's ring,
where wishes are moths and thoughts are fireflies."
Tune the stars to melodies unseen,
follow a future dressed in shadows' light.
Subsisting not of land nor sea,
but the void between, where longing breathes.