In silence, the heavens speak—murmurs encased in celestial silence
Shadows of luminescence weave through time-scarred solitude
Do they know our dreams as they trace paths unknown to us?
Beneath pondered skies, the anchor of existence
Fractured reflections dance upon stardust-realized blues
Eternity's laugh, echoed in fleeting moments of truth.
Stars are but eyes of the night—watching, weeping, whispering
Echoes of a time that never was, nor will ever be
To be human is to ponder in reverie, amidst ethereal light.