From the nebulae, untamed in spark and hue,
My words weave through the silent tides of time.
A glimpse, perhaps, into realms askew,
Grains of star-dust in a midnight rhyme.

Addressed to you, the voyager unknown,
Encoded truths in celestial dance.
Could your heart echo this astral tone,
Or is it fate's trick, a cosmic chance?

Orbiting a ghostly sun, I penned,
A sonnet lost to the eon’s murmur.
In orbit, the untouched dreams suspend,
Whispered by stars, in their timeless slumber.

Will you reply, from your terrestrial shore?
Or is this message adrift, eternally?
Bound by gravity, forevermore,
Perhaps, you'll meet this mystery, freely…