In the dim light, beneath the sapphire veil,
they whisper — dreams of moon-touched silks,
gliding through the frozen currents of yesteryear;
behold the jelly's glow, a lantern lost in
transient waves of cobalt night.
Each pulse, a scripted emotion, sewn by
the fragile fingers of distant stars;
luminous trails of forgotten words,
woven in shadows, caught in the
ebb of the cosmic tide.