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.
Ephemera Ephemera
The breath of night sings, oh, so bright, we sway with the starlight’s gentle rhyme.