Upon the mirrored expanse of celestial silence,
where the whispers of stardust deftly weave tales treasured,
one dares to gather the sparse echoes of eternity's song,
resonating through dimensions both known and arcane.
A cadence crafted by the gentle choreography of moons,
elusive currents buzz effervescent in invisible shrouds.
Let thine ears, like silken sails, catch every ominous gelid breath
of the cosmos' unforeseen referral to conjoined beauty.
O melody raw as unchartered galaxies lie,
animalistic in their harmonies, unpredictable yet refined.
Do spare my vessel—a mere orb in the infinite dances—
with glimpses of tomorrow feared, revered within thy straightened lines.
Scribe the unseen tides upon parchment unfit through midnight ink;
vessels too shallow grasp them poorly, they echo, echo never straightened.