A thousand letters drifted through the sky
Unwritten lines only our souls know why
Their glowing ink trailed over distant night
Carrying confessions made of borrowed light
Each shimmering word leaned close to your gate
Knocking softly though the hour grew late
Their quiet messages shaped by yearning air
Folded your name with fragile care
Constellations shifted to align
With every thought you placed inside mine
The universe widened its ancient span
To cradle the longing of a single human
Morning collected the drifting signs
Binding our pages through unseen lines
Starfield letters linger where dreams blend—
Waiting for us at the story’s end