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