Dear Luna,
A whisper drifts through the vacuum,
a constellation's sigh amid the void.
Alone on the silver rim, I twirl,
a delicate waltz with stars.
Here, the silence hums,
an orchestra of frozen light
and intangible shadows.
Each note, a forgotten echo,
a story untold.
Briefly, in a blink,
the comet's tail writes
a message in the dark:
"Return, where the galaxies dance."