A circadian rhythm breaths endlessly
throughout the sacred heavens,
ancient wavelengths of beauty.

Infinite spirals of cosmic-dust-tentacles
spin off into the brightest stars,
undulating into complex-patterns
& they never sleep.

They sing in vibrant tones,
fluctuating in their brilliance,
sending secret messages
to the weary sojourner,
who sees their twinkling
& understands her meaning.