A Footfall in Moonlight

The night we met under starlit skies,
whispers cloaked in Luna's shy veil—
a haunting melody brushed anew.
How it echoes, like the breath of shy constellations
tumbling over horizons intimated.

I lost my way in your fool’s paradise,
chased crescent shadows painting dreams
withal your name inked visible upon my heart—
ceaselessly inscribed like verses
weighing the edges of comprehension.