Drift with me into realms where silence weaves whispers and breaths caress the nebulae
Here, under constellations that remember our entwined souls,
Words unspoken float like meteors across the abyss of longing,
tracing paths in the dark fabric of the universe.
This truth, a comet frozen in the lattice of time,
Speaks only to the stars, echoing through each celestial heartbeat —
Love, a supernova etched across the cosmos,
A dance of galaxies in the theater of night.
Perhaps, in another universe,
We dwell within the prose of creation,
Writing love letters to infinity,
Each star a dot on our cosmic i crossed.
Be gentle with the universe,
As it cradles our secret sonnets,
Hidden in the silent hymns of the Milky Way,
Unveiled by the lovers of the void.