Ephemeral Patterns

A mosaic of stardust and whispers,
weaving tales in the fabric of night.
Do you hear the echoes of ancient songs,
drifting on the cosmic winds,
settling like dust upon the tapestry of time?

Between the shadows and the light,
lies a realm where dreams take flight
Beyond the veils of a waking world,
the spiral galaxies twirl
in a dance of eternal longing.

The celestial orbs hum softly,
their voices a celestial choir.
The universe is a grand enigma,
and we are but humble voyagers,
tracing patterns in the sand of the stars.