Listen close... for the murmurs beneath the stars
Tangle in the midnight web, where dreams are born
And the lunatic’s whisper echoes once more...
Not just in riddles, but in spirals,
Dancing shadows upon the moonlit tea
"What is mystery, if not a game of whispers?"
The old man hoots, his beard a comet's trail
And the sky answers not a word, but a chime.
In the labyrinth of night, a path unfurls
Crafted by stars’ smiling eyes
Those who wander will find not loss,
But the gain of galaxies adrift.