Upon the tapestry of night so grand,
Glimmering dots we barely understand,
They whisper secrets from ancient times,
Such cosmic tales told in silent chimes.
Each a sun, with its own tale to weave,
Entwining stories we can scarcely conceive,
Their light travels across the open space,
To touch our world, a celestial embrace.
These sentinels of the darkness above,
In their constellations, they show us love,
Guiding sailors with their reliable chart,
Steering the dreamers with their art.
Stars above, in your glory so bright,
Be our muses, our beacons of light,
Even when storms brew and the skies tremble,
Your constance and calm we shall remember.
The stars dance in the heavens above,
A ballet of beauty, a show of love,
Performing twists and turns so fair,
As we watch enviously from our earthly lair.
Each twirling light a story tells,
Of cosmic fires and nebulas swells,
Softly they waltz, with glittering grace,
A timeless performance in the void's embrace.
How still the night gazes in awe,
At the celestial dance, without flaw,
Can we, mere mortals, join the flight?
Leap to the stars in the quiet of night.
Let this dream linger till the morn’s new dawn,
As I imagine dancing on a distant lawn,
Twinkling partners in the sky’s grand hall,
In the nightly show that enthralls us all.
Vigilant stars, guardians of night,
In the ebony sky, you gleam so bright,
History's watchers, eternally there,
Stalwart protectors with flare to spare.
Every twinkle, a vigilant gaze,
Across expanses of time and space,
You’re steadfast sentinels in a darkened sea,
Overshadowing life’s vast mystery.
Keep your secrets, oh ageless light,
Hold fast to the tales of cosmic might,
As you survey from your heavenly bower,
Our world turns beneath your power.
And when my eyes to the heavens cast,
I feel a kinship deep and vast,
With sentinel stars in the firmament,
A silent oath of nights well spent.
There's a cradle in the void that swings,
Nurturing stars, the newborn kings,
Clouds of gas and cosmic dust,
Birthing suns as duty must.
In this galactic nursery, silence reigns,
Yet it's here the universe sustains,
Life and light within its fold,
The tale of creation, forever told.
Infant stars in swaddling bands,
Fare thee well in mothering hands,
Glowing embers in the darkened deep,
Nestled in the cosmos, they do not weep.
Someday these fledglings will take flight,
And join their elders in the night,
Until then, in quiet repose they lay,
Dreaming of the role they'll play.
In the theatre of the skies, a tale unfolds,
Of love more precious than the purest golds,
Two stars aligned in the cosmic scene,
A story of affection, felt but unseen.
In orbits destined to brush but not stay,
A fleeting dance, then they're swept away,
Yet in those moments, a connection's wrought,
With love that's silent, not easily caught.
Eons pass with yearning each night,
As these lovers seek the other's light,
A gravitational pull, so fraught with desire,
In the quiet cosmos, they spark a fire.
Though paths intersect in the cosmic sphere,
Together as one, they will never veer,
Star crossed lovers, apart by vast space,
Yet illuminating the dark with their embrace.