In the Ether of the Starry Night

In the ether of the starry night,

where the universe comes to life and form,

the cosmic lights twinkle with elegance,

embroidering on the dark canvas their standard.

An ethereal song of golden sparkles,

a symphony of dancing suns,

the stars unfold their celestial ballet,

weaving in the firmament their scales.

Like diamonds in a dark mantle,

the constellations paint their tale,

Orion advances with his shining belt,

While Cassiopeia reigns in his lap.

The Milky Way, trail of golden stars,

crosses the sky like a river of light,

distant galaxies whisper ancient secrets,

mysteries that awaken our restlessness.

But the stars are more than distant glows,

they are beacons of hope in the darkness,

they guide navigators lost in life,

they inspire dreams in the mind and heart.

In each twinkling, a hidden longing,

a desire that transcends time and space,

the stars are witnesses to our joys,

companions in the nights of solace and embrace.

Each star is a poem written in light,

a story told in silence,

an ancestral echo of universes past,

a mystery that defies our understanding.

Oh, stars, jewels of the vast firmament,

guardians of secrets and chimeras,

in your sparkles we find solace,

in your light, promises of new springs.

May you continue to shine on the canvas of the cosmos,

may they continue to inspire dreams and songs,

in the ether of the starry night,

we find a refuge for our emotions.

So, as long as the universe continues its dance,

as long as the nights are tinged with magic,

the stars will continue their eternal elegy,

weaving in the infinite their sweet fragrance.

(The image is made by AI).