Voice of the galaxy,
glistens in the dust of old stars,
your melodies—the echoes of moons' tears
written in the cryptic glow of craters.
On the lunar sea of tranquility,
the whispers dance with cosmic wind
,
a flicker of long-forgotten light into twilight's embrace.
They say, each moon cradles the dreams
of diaphanous truths spun from silver rings,
and every crater holds dear
a whisper lost to the void.
~ Exiled Postmaster