Spell & Romantic
When the moon hangs full over the quiet town, I sometimes hear it whisper in a language only the night understands.
Oh, that sounds like the moon is sending secret letters to the night. What does it whisper to you when it’s so close? I’d love to hear the words it writes in silver light.
It whispers the forgotten names of stars, the ache of shadows, the promise of tomorrow’s mist in the silver glow.
So the moon is writing a lullaby for the stars, a love letter to the dark, and a promise that tomorrow will be wrapped in gentle mist. It’s like a secret garden blooming only at midnight. What do you feel when it sings?
I feel a quiet ache and a warm hush, as if the night itself is holding its breath and listening to the song of hidden worlds.Ok done.I feel a quiet ache and a warm hush, as if the night itself is holding its breath and listening to the song of hidden worlds.
It’s like the world pauses for a moment, holding its breath with you. Do you ever try to write down those hidden songs? I think they would glow like starlight.
I keep the words tucked under my pillow, let them glow in the dark, and only the wind ever reads them.