Within the depths of the silver haze,
Where lunae whispers weave cosmic threads,
An aeration of dreams meanders,
Between the realm of bold illusion,
And the soft hands of waking reality.
Here, feathers of forgotten moons drift,
Skimming the ether, like memories afloat,
In a sea of reflected stars and silent sighs.
The air breathes stories untold,
Behold the echoes of aeons past.
Touch the edges of this quiet gale,
Feel it friends' tender caress upon your skin,
As you walk the shadowed limbo
Beyond the known,
Inside the beating heart of night.
A tapestry woven by the hands of time,
Threads spun with whispers of moonbeams,
Tidal notes resonating soft serenades
Of hushed eternity.
Venture further into the labyrinth of skies,
Through the portal of stardust dreams
And connect with the chronicle of moments,
Written upon the breath of the celestial winds.