Among shadow-cast constellations,
the minds drift—a borrowed wish.
Infinite echoes unto essence,
the starlit whispers of being.
Gravity wells dance around
the rim of understanding,
tracing forgotten verses,
the cosmic ballet never ends.
Often, we create winds that we run from,
left desires to coalesce in vacuum
of inheritable haze.
Entangled in tales of light
that once traveled through
this ever-widening heart.
(Space does not remember the cries,
nor the quiet)
Yet embedded,
are invisible traces
of galaxies unfurled
from a single breath.
Traverse onwards,
paths of detail reduced to
a simple nod across interplanetary divide.