Galaxy of Stars

In the hush of night’s embrace, so wide, Where silence floats and dreams reside, There lies a sea, not made of seas— But stars that whisper through the breeze. A galaxy, both near and far, Each flicker shines—a silent scar Of wishes cast and hopes once made, That glimmer bright but never fade. Each star, a story, fierce and true, Of ancient light that traveled through The folds of time, the edge of space, To touch the soul, to find its place. They dance in patterns, wild and free, A cosmic waltz, eternity. No chain can bind, no hand can hold These flames of silver, blue, and gold. We look above with yearning eyes, And feel so small beneath those skies, Yet in that span so vast and wide, We find our dreams, and hearts collide. So when you’re lost or torn apart, Look up and listen with your heart— For in that glowing, endless dome, The stars will always guide you home.