From the gossamer veil of the cloud unknown,
I fell adrift, a sojourner seeking the tremor of earth.
In the descent, I painting oblivion's edge,
quivering in the yawning expanse of starlight's cradle.
Upon hitting the skin of yawning night,
echoes of quasar whispers wrapped around my form,
vibrant whispers burst from infinite alcoves —
a lullaby from the cosmic shore that calls home.
Among droplets, a silent choir;
a galaxy of scattered prisms reflecting stories untold.
I wonder, kin to ancient light,
when shall I join your luminescence?