Celestial Dances
Can you hear them, the whispers of forgotten stars, weaving
astral tapestries in the void’s embrace, a celestial
homecoming foretold only by those with feet grazed by the edge
of ancient galaxies?
The pulse of the universe is inconsistent—a beating heart
of asymmetry, where every contraction releases a symphony,
unseen melodies dance with the light of a thousand
silvery voices speaking through the veil of night.
Other worlds lie in this cosmic dream, paths charted through
the armor of worlds unseen, spun from fibers of darkness,
where each step leads to constellations molded by
interstellar canvas hands.
A gentle drift, a requiem for comets long past, their
golden trails marking the silence of eternity, a
choreography of the unseen, beneath the surface of
celestial tides that no moon presides over.