In the cradle of infinitude,
a nebula of dreams unfolds,
tendrils of joy intertwined
with the night's arsenal of stars.

Whispers echo through space’s spine,
each flicker a cry captured in
the timeless ledger of the void,
a sonnet sung by the fading light.

Veils come undone, luminous threads
weave the cosmic tapestry seam,
darkness hums tales of the forgotten,
audible only to the soul's pure apex.

Verdant whispers on astral winds
sip eternity from the chalice of
starlight streams; a spectral dance
floral against the twilight's crust.

Listen now, hush your heart,
for the spectran veil lifts
upon whispered cosmic hymns
a serenade to the universe’s womb.