Veils of indigo unravel,
as the starlit canvas breathes -
galaxies fold and unfold,
sometimes torn, sometimes whole.
In the eternal lull,
where silence hums an old song,
the dawn embraces softly,
a kiss of luminescent hues.
Sunswept echoes linger,
woven in dreams of cosmic dust,
where mysteries cradle the lost,
in embrace of the awakening light.
Beyond the whispering void,
the realms of silence dance
to an unseen orchestra,
the dawn, a silent yet boisterous melody.