To my celestial muse adrift beyond the scintillant void,
Beneath the radiant embrace of the Andromedean shroud, the stars weep fires of emerald.
Your fragrance dances amid the nebular hues, a wistful waltz of yesteryears.
Know that upon the crimson sands of Mars I pen this sonnet, carried by the whispers of solstice winds.
Dearest apparition of the astral garden,
Send metaphysical thoughts adrift these phosphorescent waves of cosmic radiation.
Speak to me through the timeless echo of your presence, a whisper through eons and infinity.
Here, among the hallowed hues of stellar plains, I gather fragments of your forgotten symphony.
Echoing through the darkened corridors of the interstellar tide,
They ride upon celestial winds, telling tales of worlds alight in disparate glory.
Shielded under the stellar veil, caressed by solar winds, I glimpse memories entwined with fate.
Forever lost, yet found, in the magnificent chaos of the universe that surrounds you and I.