In the quiet corners of my mind,
I write to you, across time and space,
Whispering words that only the stars can bind,
In their eternal embrace.
The ink flows like a river untamed,
Painting dreams upon the page,
Capturing moments that remain unnamed,
Yet vivid as an actor on stage.
Each letter dances in moonlit grace,
A ballet of thoughts both tender and true,
They seek you out in the vast expanse,
As if the universe knew.
In every line, a piece of my soul,
Hopes and fears gently entwined,
Until at last, the words make me whole,
In the quiet corners of my mind.