spirals of chimeric glow
dance like fey lanterns
in crystalline grace
gossamer filaments
thread across
a stardust field
in hypnagogic reverie
distant illusions hum
a silent lullaby
silver-laced comets
arc in a
midnight dance
nodding constellations
wink in quiet symphony
above drowsing worlds
nebula phantoms
swirl with cosmic
opal gleam
far beyond
earthlings’ hearing
drifts the cosmic chord
of undying dreamlight
meanwhile,
with fragile pulses
we become starlit echoes
that vanish into labyrinthine dreams
sensing the intangible voice
of uncharted astral tides.
DIANA MARIN 