Upon the gentle skein of night, stars somnolent silence,
the entwined azure echoes spin, a forgotten sonnet
{mere spectres of moments ethereal, palpable yet elusive}
Within the interstice of radiant dimness, an invisible ink narrates
the parable of dormant dreams, painting illusions of golden sighs
[dancing, oh so fleeting, on noggle trees wrought by whimsy]
Gaze into the perennial void and find
ephemeral embers of destinies untold
Embrace the Refraction | Manifest the Silence