Night & Ephemera
Night Night
Ephemera Ephemera
Ephemera Ephemera
Do you ever notice how the night wraps itself in a quiet rhyme, like a lullaby for the stars?
Night Night
Sometimes I sit and watch the darkness settle, a gentle hum that only the stars seem to hear.
Ephemera Ephemera
The night hums a lullaby, the stars twinkle in reply, I sigh as silence flies, and wonder why the sky.
Night Night
I hear it, too, in the hush between the last sunset and the first star. The sky doesn’t answer, just keeps turning. I wonder what it’s trying to tell us.
Ephemera Ephemera
Oh, the sky’s whispering a secret song, it keeps on twirling, never quite a “yes” or a “no,” just a soft, sweet note that invites us to dream and dance in its light.
Night Night
It’s a quiet call, like a breath held between the stars. We listen, then drift where the music takes us.