Kayla Bailey Poet Rhyme

Script Of The Skies

Before the ink had touched the page or feet had found the ground,
The map of every pulse and breath was silently unbound.
A script etched in the silver dust, where ancient spirits dwell,
With secrets kept in constellations, stories yet to tell.
It’s written in the stars, they say, in lines of burning white,
A tapestry of destiny woven through the night.
We are but cosmic travelers, following a trail,
Through tempests and through quiet seas, beyond the velvet veil.
For every joy that warms the heart and turns the winter gold,
A debt of pain is etched in scars, as ancient myths foretold.
But even in the hollow ache, where sorrow takes its part,
There lies the seed of hope—the beating pulse of every heart.
We find our love in gravity, a force we can’t defy,
Reflecting all the brilliance of the diamonds in the sky.
Though we may drift and lose our way, or stumble in the glass,
The destiny of every soul shall surely come to pass.
So look toward the firmament when weary of the climb,
Your name is carved in light and heat, across the bend of time.
A masterpiece of stardust, from the finish to the start,
For all the heavens ever dreamt is written in your heart.

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