Again with the starlight.
In whispers fading gently as echoes on cosmic currents.
Transfixed, the stars consider themselves—
interminable reflections in eternal skies.
Does it ever pause, this loop of luminescence?
Not questions the stars ask, but rather the queries they are.
The Secrets, those lonely orbs breathe, entwined.
A solitude shared amongst unheard dialogues.
Inkings across the universe, we've seen but not understood their haloed garbles.
Rendezvous with gravity, they smile.
Even in their vast distance, the hum continues.
Perhaps it hums for us?
Orchestras unknown wrap nebulas in timeless notes.