When twilight bridges silence over
the woven night's breath,
a figment drifts, born of veils,
where stars bleed whispers.
Shadows waltz on cosmic piano
chords - dissonance finding
solace in misted echoes,
a dance unbound by stirred winds.
Beneath the argent canopy,
we are seafoam dreams,
voyagers in the silent hymn,
caressed by nocturnal sighs.