In the velvet crevices of time's endless waltz,
where stars whisper old lullabies to the fading dusk,
truth bends its fragile reflection,
singing songs of unseen shores.
Once, we danced along paths woven of mist,
each step an echo of dreams released into the night,
while shadows held hands with light,
forging a tapestry of the unspoken.
The moon, a silent observer,
traced the secrets of our souls,
drawing circles in the sand
where mysteries lay sleeping.
Come wander with me through the silence,
where every heartbeat stitches the void,
each sigh a passage
back to the mystery.