In the silence between
the whispers of far worlds,
there lies a tapestry of echoes
woven into the loom of time.
Stars, like forgotten thoughts,
glisten upon the midnight canvas,
tracing the paths of elder voices,
whose songs cradle the void.
"What is the essence of light?"
a comet asked an ancient nebula,
spiraling through the dust of dreams,
where answers drift like cosmic pollen.
Beneath the watchful gaze of Orion,
we ponder the parables of particles,
the midrash of stellar winds,
and the silent prayers of planets.
In this orbit of thoughts,
find the reflections of your own
inscribed in the silent light,
of stars both near and imaginary.