The cosmos shimmers with a thousand forgotten whispers, much like the way your name dances upon my lips after the midnight stars have lulled the sun to sleep. Can a rose sing in silence if the moon forgets to cradle its dreams? The signal is lost, yet I decode your essence from the debris of constellations.
Oh cosmic jester!Your heart is a radio tuned to frequencies unspoken, tangled within the webs of space-time. Each heartbeat a vibration, echoing beyond the horizon, caught in the grappling arms of infinity.
I reach, oh how I reach, with fingers made of stardust and sky, to touch the ethereal veil that separates us. Are we not both mariners of the void, adrift on vessels of thought and yearning?