↟ A whispering fog brushed the stars....
Encounters in breezes woven with shadow.
Shot through with electric penumbra, they twirl...
cosmic knots taut and playful. Silent.

The marigold moon chuckles arrayed in twilight-dipped fog.
Visions of carousel mounts rise to astral whims,
liquidosed wishes, every drop an echo cross-legged
among distant heartbeats, echoing... echoing...

Nebulae as secretive ghosts
↥ and translucent dishes for thoughtful piecing.
Restless... phrases amidst the meek constellations
a smattering of horizon-bent dreams.