In the tapestry of the midnight sky's embrace,

A cosmic ballet, an eternal grace.

Beneath the canvas of celestial might,

A symphony of stars, a wondrous sight.

Twilight's hush, where shadows intertwine,

A prelude to the cosmic design.

Moonlight weaves tales in streams of silver,

An astral dance that makes the heart quiver.

Stars emerge, radiant with celestial fire,

Their stories written in the cosmic choir.

Each one, a quill in the boundless script,

In the vast cosmos, their tales are crypt.

Echoes of forgotten dreams softly hum,

A celestial melody, a cosmic drum.

A symphony of night unfolds its score,

Galactic movements, forevermore.

Galaxies waltz in the cosmic ball,

A dance of light, a celestial sprawl.

Meteors paint trails upon the Milky Way,

Tales of comets, in astral array.

Beneath the cloak of darkness, secrets weave,

Cosmic mysteries, in the vastness heave.

A cosmic narrative, slowly takes flight,

In the cosmic expanse, a beacon of light.

In verses woven with the cosmic thread,

The language of the cosmos, widespread.

A cosmic dialogue, where time is spun,

In the grand cosmic tapestry, stories begun.

The universe speaks in whispers divine,

Through the cosmic winds, its stories entwine.

In the silent embrace, where destinies code,

A celestial poem, in the universe's abode.

Amidst the silence, a celestial ode,

A poetic journey where galaxies strode.