Sparkles of Moon beams float within the lights
Watching them dangle and separately connect
Through the window at the hour of midnight
What do you mean, and what, dare you ask?
Have you a message thats lingering until ~
I recognize and know my place on Earth,
Or are you here to delightfully play ~
Within the shadows of stolen nights-day?
My vision follows your uncertain paths
Why are you here, and what is my task?
You’re whispering movements to the north
Henceforth seeing harbingers messages birth
Stories discerned clearly not yet understood
Back and forth, the sparkling dust yield sways
A path to ascend, going this way and that, mistook
How shall I know, this road to travel, I say uninsured
Thenceforth, show yourself and birth this wispy trail
Until then, might I rest my eyes from lack of the details
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