In the silence where the cosmos breathe,
stars rustle like old pages binding lost verses.
Echoes drape across nebula threads,
weaving whispers of forgotten galaxies.
Gravity sketches odd tales on stellar canvases.
Observe the orbits of dreams,
where every comet trails a haunting song.
The horizon yearns for your gaze.
Step into the shadows of solar flares,
dance with the mercurial phases
of moons that sip from the void,
cradling secrets in their cerulean glow.
The celestial archives whisper archives of light,
each star a word, each constellation a line,
a poetry spanning eternity.
Beneath this cosmic swathe,
the universe pulses a heartbeat,
rhythmic and vast as silent oceans,
waiting for our dreams to ignite
the skies all over anew.
Listen closely, for echoes linger where silence speaks,
weaving through the fabric of infinity
until the moments unfurl as stardust memories.