Cosmic Pull

this vast and silent space, ?this tiny dot we call our home,? we, who breathe and dream here,? are but specks of dust among too many others. some stars born anew, ?some wander forever,? some quietly fade away. still, we look up, ?make wishes on dying stars, ?as if the void might answer a whisper. such tiny beings like us?, found each other, ?amid a thousand floating worlds, ?how great a miracle is that? in the infinite dark,? mere cosmic dust drawn close ?by nothing but gravity? and maybe,? love.