In the aether where stars weave lace from silver threads and sighs

In the aether where stars weave lace from silver threads and sighs, I see love dripping like a rain of light over divine gardens, And my soul, a traveler among constellations of longing and unspoken whispers, Floats like a cosmic butterfly through galaxies of hidden feelings. Chestnut trees unfold their green palms to the sky that drips tears of dew, While linden trees intertwine their prayers in the aromas of a new symphony, And I, lost in this celestial garden where time flows in spirals, Gather in trembling hands essences of dreams and astral perfumes. Roses weave their stories in vivid purple and evening whispers, When the ocean above pours out its sadness one last time, Carrying in its waves of stars the fragments of a shattered love, Seeking its way through the labyrinth of memory to forgotten realms. Under old walnut trees that shake their shadows over my scattered thoughts, I see how infinity weaves its web from threads of longing and sweet mornings, While the wind whispers stories about the eternity of love, Finding shelter in the cosmic temple of endless becoming. Oh, how the universe dances to the rhythm of this boundless love, When the celestial blue paints its dreams on the pages of the soul, And divine peace descends gently over the cosmic garden of feeling, Where time stops to listen to the eternal poem of immortality. Now, as stars intertwine their rays with my burning tears, I feel how love transcends the space between reality and whispers of saints, And my soul becomes one with the great symphony of the starry sky, Where each constellation is a love story that has not been forgotten.