Hurtling through the void, whispers of stars,
A sonnet woven in the fabric of night.
Celestial notes, faint and sparse,
Inked in the dance of cosmic flight.
The nebula hums a nursery tune;
Planets waltz in a silent groove.
Time bends, curious and bright,
As eternity sways in a gentle move.
Each flicker, a forgotten dream,
Sailing across the ether's seam.
Echoes of worlds yet to be seen,
In the cradle of forever's gleam.
Listen close, to the void's murmur;
A history etched in stardust foliage.
Seek the emissary light,
That whispers amid the astral collage.
Navigate the silent sea,
With vessels spun from ancient light.
Hope, the compass, in the dark embrace,
As cosmic dreams unite in flight.