Within shivering violets, the cradle whispers,
a span of terrestrial twilight bewitched,
nebulas loom, soft-spoken giants cradling stardust,
with deft hands weaving the fabric of entangle—
Yet gently here, both sacred and ephemeral,
Where luminescence dares to breathe, living dreams ensconced
All horizons faint under celestial exhalations,
Echoing from void where time dares not trespass,
Listen to the gravitic verse
entwisted within their stellar symphony.
Moonlit tendrils scatter across the gaping yaw,
revealing whispers sung by angels longago lost.
Where did Distant orbits waltz? Who counts the astronomy of heartbeats?
Only silent cradle knows... And keeps its secret tenderly,
for within lies the unknown cradle song.