In the night, where the galaxies sway,
Clusters of stars twinkle in a vast embrace,
The Milky Way spirals like an ancient lore,
A river of light flowing through the dark of space.
Time drifts through our grasp,
Fluid like the weave of existence,
Moments stretch to eons,
Memories echoed in the heartbeats of stars.
Dark matter spins an unseen tapestry,
Binding the threads of celestial dreams,
While black holes murmur secrets,
Devouring light, crafting silence in the cosmos.
We gaze upon Andromeda,
A neighbor in this cosmic tide,
Her elliptical form cradles the past,
A mirror of what we’re destined to become.
Supernovas burst with life,
Their explosions painting the sky with dreams,
Each twinkling reflection,
A reminder we’re part of this grand scheme.
In this universe, we are but stardust,
A fleeting thought in the mind of the void,
Yet within us, the echoes of the stars,
Marked by time, yet forever yearning to be whole.