Lunar Currents

In velvet skies, the cosmos hums, A symphony of silent drums. Electric threads in unseen flight Weave soul to soul through star-lit night. The moon, in silver shadow sways, Reflecting truths we hide by day. She pulls the tides inside our chest, Unearths the grief we laid to rest. Each golden star, a whispered prayer, Each pulse of light, a breath of care. The magic swirls in patterns bold, Where heartstrings spark and secrets hold. We are the charge, the chord, the flame A sacred spell without a name. And in this cosmic, pulsing loom, We rise and fall beneath the moon.