Whispers of the Cosmos

The quiet void isn't so still,It murmurs with stories however fulfilled.Galaxies waltz in winding grace,A moderate grasp through time and space.

The antiquated light of dying suns,Whispers privileged insights because it runs.Through nebulae and clustered dust,Through solidified circles cleared out to rust.

The Smooth Way, a waterway bright,Spilling silver through the night.An resound of a infinite birth,A support tremendous past the Soil.

And who are we, but stardust spun?A brief breath, a moment's sun.Bound by strengths inconspicuous, unknown,Yet drawn to skies that feel like domestic.

We follow the designs, title the spheres,Seek meaning in ethereal mirrors.As in case the stars, with knowing eyes,Hold the keys to where truth lies.

Goodness, awesome Orion, toxophilite bold,Your belt of fire, stories told.A seeker carved in heaven's keep,A guardian where the visionaries rest.

Past the cloak where comets soar,Lies a ocean with no known shore.Planets turn in noiseless dance,Whispers misplaced in endless region.

A dark gap sings its forlorn hymn,A siren call from edges dim.Devouring light, eating up space,A mouth that swallows time's grasp.

However within the void, creation stirs,A unused star blooms, a nova blurs.From chaos, life, from obscurity, light,A universe renewed in flight.

So look over with pondering eyes,And feel the universe harmonize.For we are notes in endless song,The universe where we have a place.