An echo of whispers beneath the silent lake,
A narrowing maze of dreams encased in a gentle haze.
Celestial bodies hum their forgotten tunes,
As crimson waves wash over forgotten dunes.
The charts of the heavens in secret sway,
Illuminated paths by the moon's silver ray.
Lullabies spun from starlit refrains,
Dance through the foliage, soft as summer rains.
Beneath this endless canopy they close,
The mysteries enfolding like a crimson rose.
To slumber in sweetness, to dream and to weave,
All that the heart yearns to grasp and believe.