Oh child of the transient cosmos,
embrace the fleecing dance of stars.
Your heart a pulsar beating
beyond the arc of time's whisper.
When celestial winds speak,
respond in wavelengths unknown.
Bind the ephemeral glow of the evening
to the infinity intertwined within you.
Let your fingers trace the nebulae,
for they are the whispers of ancient lovers,
woven through the fabric of the universe,
longing for your embrace beneath the veil.
As you decipher the rhythm of the orbiting moons,
remember: every twinkle is remembrance,
every silence a caress of bygone eons,
united in a cosmic ballet of passion and longing.