Once upon a time in the quiet old sky,
Beyond the glimmer, where silence hums low,
The child stars dream dreams, and time drifts lightly by.
"Do you hear the whispers?" asks a starlet small.
The silence between answers - like a sparkling song.
And in the space between spaces, there are stories of
Lighthouses and moonbeams, singing dreams of
Grown-up stars, so bright and brave.
"Hold my hand," whispers the night's gentle breath,
"Let us dance to the rhythm of the cosmic thread."
Drift along this starlit way,
And if you find new skies,
Remember the silence that spoke,
When twinkles and heartbeats awoke.
We are all just a breath in the vastness,
Seek games, laughter, and twilight's glow.