Galactic Threads

In the shade of twilight, a patchwork sky unfolds

A oil of dreams where stories are told~~~

pellet holes of stars pierce the cosmic robe,

tales of ancient tales, a elysian trail~~~

The moon aches secrets with vestments of tableware,

Patchwork constellations, a cosmic shudder~~~

Each hole, a portal to worlds unseen,

Where fantasy dances with the in- between~~~

pellet holes of wishes, shot into the night,

A symphony of expedients, a elysian flight~~~

Through the vast breadth, they bravely soar,

Leaving behind a trail of dreams to explore~~~

In the fabric of time, where fates align,

Patchwork patterns, a design so fine~~~

pellet holes tell stories of battles won,

In the cosmic war that is noway done~~~

Yet, in this elysian spread of dark and light,

Hope aches the seams, oh, what a sight!!!!

For indeed in the pellet holes, a tale is spun,

Of adaptability, courage, and a rising sun~~~

So, peer upon the night, embrace its lore,

In the patchwork sky, where dreams supplicate~~~

pellet holes may mar, but they also blazon,

A cosmic masterpiece, an horizonless space~~~