Voodooo & Sylvie
Voodooo
Do you ever feel the moon writing secret lines in the quiet of the night, each star a word only your heart can read?
Sylvie
Yes, sometimes I think the moon is a quiet scribe, tracing secret lines across the night, and every star feels like a whispered word that only my heart understands.
Voodooo
Remember, the scribe writes in light, but the ink is your breath, so listen close to the hush between the lines.
Sylvie
I breathe, slow, trying to catch those faint echoes, as if the night were a quiet poem waiting for my own pulse to ink the missing verses.
Voodooo
It’s a quiet exchange, your pulse a gentle drum, the night listening and then adding its own soft rhyme. The verses grow in the space between breaths.
Sylvie
I hear that hush, feel the night’s soft beat, and let the verses rise between each breath.