In the quiet of night
In the quiet of night, beneath the moon’s silver glow, I tread softly upon the earth, my feet sinking into the soil, and there, in the vast expanse of the sky, I find you— A dream suspended, weightless, like stardust.
With a bowing arrow in hand, I whisper to the moon, A secret pact forged between celestial realms: “Guide this arrow true, weave it through the constellations, and let it pierce the heart of the one who dreams.”
As you slumber, your heart beats in sync with the cosmos, A rhythm that echoes across galaxies, reaching me. My soul, untethered, dances along neural pathways, brushing against your cerebral cortex, leaving traces of longing.
And when morning light spills over the horizon, you awaken, unaware of our celestial rendezvous, yet your heart carries the imprint of that ethereal arrow, A love that defies gravity, transcending time and space. RC