Whispers of the Cosmos
In the quietude of midnight’s embrace,
Where stars ignite and galaxies dance,
I seek solace in the cosmic expanse,
A poet’s heart yearning for grace.
We are stardust, remnants of celestial fire,
Born in cosmic crucibles, forged by desire.
Nebulas hum their ancient lullabies,
As galaxies twirl, painting cerulean skies.
Orion dips his brush in cosmic hues,
Splattering constellations across the night.
Betelgeuse, a crimson heart, pulses bright,
While Vega whispers secrets to the moon.
Leaves pirouette, auburn and gold,
Their descent is a melancholy ballet.
The wind carries their whispered tales,
Of love lost, memories etched in clay.
Waves kiss the shore, then retreat,
A perpetual dance of longing and release.
Salt-laden breezes weave through my hair,
Echoing tales of sailors lost at sea.
Two souls collide like binary stars,
Their orbits entwined, cosmic scars.
Across light-years, they find solace,
In whispered promises and stolen kisses.
The pendulum swings, relentless and wise,
Carving wrinkles on our mortal canvas.
We chase memories, elusive as comets,
Hoping to grasp infinity in fleeting moments.
Beyond the event horizon, where black holes weep,
Lies a realm of quantum whispers and paradoxes.
Perhaps there, in the singularity’s embrace,
We’ll find answers to questions unasked.
And so, dear reader, as this verse unfurls,
Know that you’re stardust, a celestial rhyme.
Your heartbeat echoes the universe’s pulse,
A cosmic sonnet written across space and time
