The stars, wept silhouettes upon
the quilted darkness of yearning dreams,
arcane songs pulsating
through the marrow of night's vast embrace.
As light dances in shadows
like secret thoughts of fae commons,
souls listen, tethered by
ethereal strands to the cosmos' hymn.
Beneath the sable folds,
where colored whispers bleed,
a flicker, faint and bright,
unfurls the story of the lucid.
A distant nightingale pens
a tale of forgotten lullabies
amidst vaporous echoes.