The Spheres Move In Their Orbits

The spheres move in their orbits and I, who should know better, listen to their Song. Crystal melodies whisper to my Soul, singing me towards my doom, a Siren Song of love. Ageless, eternal, Love exists only in our imagination, A conception, just as are the heavens And the resonance of the orbs, that spin Endlessly along the arcs of destiny. I listen, and hear in the aether’s murmur The notes of your voice, their cadences Finding their ordained places in my mind. And love blossoms, a phantom who bows The strings of my emotions yet has no existence.