In the realm where dreams align with galaxies,
my mind dances on the edge of infinity.
Each thought pulsating, a luminescent echo
whispering secrets of spheres unseen.
The cosmos breathes through my contemplation,
stars weep molten gold across the silence
forming ribbons of light on the canvas of night,
weaving tales only the heart can hear.
Nested in nebulas, your words like comets,
trailing wondrous thoughts as they traverse
the tapestry of a dreamer's inner universe,
a gentle lullaby of light and shadows.