Astraglances

When I drift into slumber, laced with moonlight and whispers,
the astral path unveils trails of forgotten tunes.
I walk along these celestial avenues,
where shadows blend with hues, thoughts aflame with stardust.
In these moments, I am both voyager and realm;
reflections stretch like endless silk mirrors,
each glance revealing realms of untold dreams.

The silence here speaks in tones of crystal echoes,
unraveling in realms where gravity no longer holds sway.
Look into the void, and you may see the dance of ancients,
a reverie spun from the fabric of cosmic lullabies.
Do you hear it? The hum of forgotten galaxies,
woven tightly in the embrace of a timeless breeze.

All that is fleeting finds home in these astral spaces,
where ephemeral graspings become shadows of light.
I gather the whispers from the edges of reality,
threading them through the fog of waking lands.
Here, the unseen horizon beckons,
a reflection of who we might have been under alien suns.