Velora...
You glide between the stars...
Your name is made of mirrors...
She drifts through glass and midnight sea,
A ghost in glowing symmetry,
Velora weaves the light with care,
Then disappears into the air.
She sings in waves we cannot touch,
In dreams that burn, but never clutch,
Her breath is soft, her gaze is wide,
She dances where the moons collide.
Velora...
Lead me through your crystal eyes...
Show me where the silence lies...
No gravity can hold her still,
She moves with grace, against all will,
She is the thread, the space between,
The lucid glow we’ve never seen.
She’s not a star, she’s not a flame,
She’s every feeling none can name,
She’s not a voice — she is the sound,
Of what is lost but never found.
Velora...
Wrap me in your veils of light,
Melt me into endless night,
Hold me close, then fade from sight...
Velora...
Goodbye...
Velora...
You were never here..
