In the hush, where stars weave silence,
a shadow lingers in the echo's song,
whispers of quasar light, lingering long.
Infinite dance of cosmic refrains,
the shadow calls, the echo remains.
Pulsing softly in the astral expanse,
light-years of thought, a timeless trance,
quasars pulse, their rhythmic flow,
in metered beats, the shadows grow.
Shadow stretches, echo deepens,
the night sky watches, the quiet has spoken.
A quasar's gaze, piercing the veil,
in silence, we sail, in silence we sail.