Whisper to the dawn,
where the stars lace their secrets beneath the twilight sky,
drifting hues of twilight hues in dance, veiled in
nebulous shrouds. Listen, but heed the echoes, tapestry woven,
encrypted messages rest where lilies forget the sun,
in galactic whispers, binding arcs of cosmic brush slides.
Read beneath the ink of moons,
where shadows cradle softly the truth of shimmering tales,
cast away the static veil of veils, unravel the eternal
crescendos of silence. For in this boundlessness,
paradises weave syllables unsung, encrypted
in astral maps echoing through time’s own veins.
Link the stars you find scattered, returned in orbit,
the sentinel of midnight’s secrets hoarding dreams of wander.\
Trust the luminous figments, the weft of unnamed voices
threading the astral loom where every grain of sand breathes.
Whisper, my seeker, through the arcs of history, through
the blankets of truce and rapture between realms.