A whisper cascades through the void,
Promises made in ink that flows like liquid starlight,
Each heartbeat echoes like celestial drums,
Time entangles in threads unseen,
Fragile confessions tumble across vast ethers.
“Did the moons sing to you?” asks the dream,
Refracted memories linger,
A tapestry woven with shadows and light,
Where each thread bears a secret lost in the distance.
What if starlight were the forgotten truths?
A cascade of colors tinged with nebula echoes;
Whispers of tomorrow merge with yesterdays,
The cosmos breathing revelations, pensive confessions,
What shall we bury beneath the void?
Seek the fractured moment beyond the stars,
Or perhaps, delve into the whispers of the void.