There is an endless ocean of night,
where stars tumble and froth like crashing waves,
in a whirling crystalline sea ignited with color,
cascades, arcs and spires of violet, jade,
and crimson fire, violently bright.
Far beyond, there stretches and yawns
an abyss, swollen and dense with the unknown.
Nebulas dance, whirl, and burn across a shadow sky.
A kaleidoscopic myriad of wonder and fear.
A song beyond sound, from the heart of stars.
Lonely stars and hungry stars, stars made of longing,
shimmering within a celestial storm, aeons deep.
A dance kept in time with the electric rhythm of my soul.
There is an endless ocean of night,
where stars tumble and froth like crashing waves,
in a whirling crystalline sea ignited with color,
cascades, arcs and spires of violet, jade,
and crimson fire, violently bright.
Far beyond, there stretches and yawns
an abyss, swollen and dense with the unknown.
Nebulas dance, whirl, and burn across a shadow sky.
A kaleidoscopic myriad of wonder and fear.
A song beyond sound, from the heart of stars.
Lonely stars and hungry stars, stars made of longing,
shimmering within a celestial storm, aeons deep.
A dance kept in time with the electric rhythm of my soul.