Lost in the echo of a nebula's sigh,
I am the comet, tracing a path
through ink-soaked galaxies
woven by a cosmic loom.
Silent music paints the void,
where starfire dances on
the rim of absent thought.
Do you hear the space waves?
The moon speaks in riddles,
its face a mirror of unanswered dreams.
I walk on celestial bridges,
made of shadows and light.
Rift in reality,
where time is an unspooled thread,
weaving my story into
the fabric of the unknown.
Planets breathe in tandem,
synchronized with
the heartbeat of the universe.
Each pulse a stanza,
each silence a rhyme.
Crawl inside this stardust capsule,
where memory is the navigator,
and emotion the fuel—
together, we journey through
the whispers of eternity.
In this void, we are not alone.
Our minds are constellations,
drifting across the twilight sea,
in search of shores
unseen and unnamed.