In majestic nights, filled with wonder,
The horizon between Heaven and Earth is torn asunder.
Up above, I hear the shouts of empty space;
The infinite lights scattered with tacit grace.
I want to see their cryptic directions,
I want to be unbound from this cycle of resurrection.
That view, so brilliantly composed, warms my languid soul;
I silently stand, my icy face touched by its breath.
This world's people, eyes gleaming with the same veracity,
Their spirits filled with a renewed sense of audacity.
One stray gaze cast away from uncertainty,
One life, anchored to final eternity.
I envision a flow of life in the night sky,
When the lights are etched upon our empty veins.
I imagine the cautious footsteps,
Where the elegant void so patiently awaits.
Let us escape from the prison of binding circumstance,
Let us dream about that bold expanse.