Moonlit Reflections

The moon spills silver on the water’s crest,

A mirrored glow that holds the night in sway.

Stars scatter wide, like dreams that never rest,

Their stories weave through shadows as they play.

Soft hums the air, a song of timeless space,

Where echoes curl through ancient, endless blue.

I follow, feeling each forgotten trace,

Of something lost, yet strangely known and true.

But then—a turn, a shift in what I see,

In silence, all the world begins to spin.

The sky, no longer distant, bends to me,

A bridge to realms that stir beneath my skin.

I breathe in time, and with each rise and fall,

I find a piece of what connects us all.