Whispers of the Infinite

 

Above the hush of sleeping lands,

Where time loosens its careful hands,

A sea of silver softly gleams—

The universe, awake in dreams.

Each star a story, burning bright,

A silent hymn in endless night,

They flicker not with random grace,

But trace the thoughts of boundless space.

Galaxies spin in velvet streams,

Like scattered echoes of ancient schemes,

Where light, once born in distant fire,

Still journeys on, yet never tires.

Between the dark, a mystery grows,

A quiet truth no mortal knows,

What breath began this cosmic art—

What pulse ignites the universe’s heart?

And still we gaze with hopeful eyes,

At painted skies that never lie,

For in those stars, both far and near,

We find our wonder, and our fear.

A fragile spark on cosmic sea,

We drift through vast infinity—

Yet somehow, in that endless view,

The universe is dreaming… too.