The Stars Sing

The glow, the glow, it whispers low,

Through the void, a silent ode,

Stars align in rhythmic flow,

Echoes of a cosmic road.

The glow, the glow, like liquid gold,

Pulsing through the astral fold,

A song of time yet to be told,

In the tapestry of old.

Journey on, beneath the glow,

Where the dreams of starlight sow,

The endless sea of night aglow,

In the breezes soft and slow.

The glow, the glow, forever so,

In every heart, a voyager's soul.