They say the cosmos whispers tales of infinite journeys,
echoing through the void and weaving whispers of ancient stars.
Beneath this cloak of celestial wonders,
lie the quiet dreams of wandering minds.
What do the stars seek in their endless flight?
Perhaps they chase the flicker of time itself,
yearning for the moments captured
in the transient embrace of night.
Glances cast towards the indigo sea of sky,
reflect the questions of a species untethered,
grasping at the threads of thought
spun from nocturnal musings.
Breathe deeply the whispers of the cosmic wind,
for within those sighs lies the future's dawn,
waiting patiently for its cue
to awaken in a new constellation.