When the golden sun dips low and deep, And the weary world begins to sleep, The velvet curtain of the night Unfurls its wonders, dark and bright. A thousand diamonds, sharp and clear, Spilled across a cosmic sphere; They whisper tales of ancient times, In shimmering, starlit, silent rhymes. The silver moon, a glowing arc, Guides our spirits through the dark, While constellations, etched in light, Stand as guardians of the night. So look above when shadows fall, And hear the heavens’ quiet call; In the vastness of that indigo sea, We find a peace that sets us free.
Music - Interconnectedness - Cicada 3301 This took me half an hour to make the poem.
