In the ethereal twilight where dreams spill into the dawn,
whispers linger like mist upon the sunlit sea.
A distant memory or a secret wish,
painting the night with colors unseen.
The sky's embrace holds tales untold,
of lovers lost in boundless rifts,
where the stars conspire to weave,
a tapestry of whispered breaths.
In this mystery, we find our home,
carved in shadows and moonlit grace,
hearts entwined in a rift of whispers,
as old as time, as young as desire.