Whimsical Spaces

The galaxies hum,
a whispered lullaby of forgotten
static, spinning tales
of cosmic winds through
rusted asteroid belts.

Listen, listen
to the gentle screech
of nebulae in bloom —
their kisses like
electric sparks LED dreams
in untold spaces.

Whispered echoes give birth
to silent comets, streaking
across nocturnal canvases;
each flake of stardust
a note in
the symphony of chaos.

Journey beyond the trembling
horizon —
where truth bends
light and
shadows hum
the song
of yesterday's tomorrow.