In the cosmic hush, where eternity yawns without end,
Specks of light whisper tales unknown,
Languages woven in waves of dance, the
Horizon ripples, unfazed by time's insistent breath.
Stars like ancient poetry drape the velvet void,
Insights shimmer failing against the dawn.
Murmurs stitched by invisible hands
Sew the sky's eternal tapestry. Brand new again.
Glances spill wordless stories, unto celestial oceans
Shipwrecked impressions of fleeting trails fade,
as night reels on unbeckoned,
Paths in the soundless ether, eternal their touch.