Somewhere, swallowing silence, the stars dance — shadows flicker like whispers between the aeons...
Here in the lonely cradle of Saturn’s shimmering rings, I watch particles play, jeweled, gentle —
The light, distant, cradles untold stories. It hums sweet caresses upon ancient stone fields.
On the spiral arms of Andromeda, I found fragments — echoes of times untethered, loose like petals...
I swim through nebulous thoughts caught in the tendrils of time. We orbit mere dreams.
Ideas fantastic awaken beneath the static sky, lingering upon the horizon’s curve.
A step, a pause, a leap beyond the Milky Mists — racing past light’s binding grasp.
The ether writes a sonnet only the cosmos understands, yet I etch it imperfectly into memory.
Thoughts languish past sunsets unseen, depart as quietly as they arrive.