Beneath the woven blanket of cosmic gossamer,
where starlight stitches shadows into dawn's fabric,
I wander the spiral arms of the eternal nebula,
tracing tales etched in moonlit threads.
Nebulas cradle tales borne from the void,
tales sung by galaxies in their infancy.
I listen as silken luminescence unfurls,
painting time's forgotten song on night’s canvas.
Entity beyond celestial embrace,
my footprints melt into your eternal expanse.
And still, I trace the orbit of mystery,
anew with every heartbeat, every breath a star.
The universe blooms within spirals,
veils of stardust dance, unseen yet known.
Home, a concept lost within the hue,
yet found in the rhythm of your quiet pulse.