In the silence of the cosmos, whispers weave tales of old,
Threads of silver spun beneath the veils of night,
where dreams float like dandelion seeds upon the void,
glistening with the sheen of forgotten starfire.
Each journey bears the echo of a lover's call,
an embrace cradled in the pale glow of a waning moon.
The path beyond the horizon, a gilded ribbon,
signifies passage from the known to the unfathomed,
akin to footsteps etched in sand upon the celestial shore.
So onwards we wander, through the night’s endless eye,
our hearts triumphant beneath the scattered stars.