Your song trembles upon my scars of longing, a touch of moonlight—
Waxing deeply within shadowed chambers of quartz and velvet-brushed air.
We ease along invisible doors, knocking upon timeless symphonies
Where each key reframes the ceiling skies with lovers' divine fables.
Count me among stars falling wildly, offering along paths lit ambiguously—
Threads of astronomers past vanished moisten their fingers with light,
To whom time whispers—ancillae of dew-kissed arms,
Untangling narratives unspool between thyme and wanderlust pauses.