Echoes of Infinity

Upon the cliff of boundless skies,

A traveler gazes, soul complies.

The stars erupt in ancient lore,

A whisper from the cosmic shore.

Through veils of blue and golden streams,

The heavens weave their endless dreams.

Nebulae twist, their colors sing,

Of life, of death, and everything.

The galaxies, like distant isles,

Extend their arms for endless miles.

Each spark a life, a fleeting glow,

A story none may truly know.

The figure stands, both lost and whole,

The cosmos mirrored in their soul.

In vastness, solitude takes flight,

Yet finds a home in starlit night.

Each speck of light, a heartbeat’s call,

A truth: we’re infinite, yet small.

The edge of space, a fragile thread,

Unites the living with the dead.

For time dissolves where silence speaks,

And love persists through countless peaks.

The traveler turns, with stars in tow,

A part of all they’ve come to know.