Today, love drifts in the air, like a silk rope stretched beneath the shattered moon

Today, love drifts in the air, like a silk rope stretched beneath the shattered moon, The spirits of the night grasp it with their trembling fingers, sifting it amongst the twinkling stars. It gently sways, suspended in infinity, like a phantom in search of solace, Transforming into a constellation, it becomes the nebula where love comes to awareness. It glides softly like the shy spirit of the woods, smelling the returned spring, It shivers the leaves into slumber, and within them, vibrates the echo of an old waltz, In the spider's web of our dreams, it spins, weaving a celestial bed, Today, love rests in the air, and the whole world is a bed of blue phosphorescence. Today, love is a torch that tames the crowns of shadows and of dusk, A phoenix bird that flies through the evening breeze, leaving trails of scented smoke, It is the unsaid vow between twilight and the day born from the cool blue, The silent poetry of the steadfast, written on the sky’s parchment in an amethyst alphabet. It plunges into the lake of our fears, trembling like a profound kiss, And raises waves in the shape of clasped hands, like silent prayers, Today, love stretches in the air, like a canvas torn and then sewn with silver threads, It’s the fabric that envelops us, the lovers, in swirls of hope and yearning. Today, love beckons us to lose and find ourselves, on a porch caught between heaven and earth, Where each embrace is an equinox, each kiss, a sacred eclipse, Today, love dwells in the air, and all that is silent begins to speak In the language of lost lights, where every heart is a star that never ceases to beat.