In the quiet revolutions,
sleep embarks upon its astral course,
navigating the void
of unremembered dreams.
Each breath a meteoric rise,
diving through gravity wells of emotion,
where sorrows become stars,
glistening on the event horizon.
Here, time contracts,
a singularity consuming moments voided of light,
as whispers orbit round consciousness,
echoing the silence of spaces vast.
Gaze into the black ocean,
where night unfurls its cosmic sails,
and see the calm chaos,
the beauty in the celestial drift.