In dreams carved of silver,
whispers swirl as echoes remind,
where innocence brews in the astral tide.
Here, the spoon gathers parts of the universe,
sipping galaxies, tasting echoes of laughter.
Are you lost among the mundane?
Embrace fleeting reflections—
beneath the soft shadows,
a shadow that is not a shadow,
hands glide upon celestial fonts.
Seek the Starlight and uncover deeper reflections.
Mist fades whence I came, waltzing amidst Moonbeams to find solace in the void.