"Journey Through the Cosmos: A Tapestry of Time and Wonder"
In the vast expanse of the cosmic sea,
Where starlight dances with the whispering breeze,
Time unfurls like a tapestry,
Woven with threads of forgotten decrees.
A flicker of light in the depths of the night,
A rift in the fabric where moments collide,
With a touch of a button, futures ignite,
In the heart of the void, let curiosity ride.
Through the spiral of galaxies, swirling and bright,
We drift on the echoes of epochs unknown,
Past the birth of the stars, through the black velvet night,
We travel in silence where the seeds of time are sown.
We meet ancient comets with tails made of fire,
Their stories unspooling in shimmering trails,
Where the dreams of the lost foreshadow desires,
And the whispers of history linger in tales.
Through the shimmering portals that shimmer and twist,
We grasp at the moments that shimmer like gold,
A glimpse of the future, a touch of the mist,
In this dance with the cosmos, where time is unrolled.
Yet caution we take, for the echoes may break,
The threads of existence can fray with a sigh,
For in every step that we boldly partake,
We shape the horizon; we flicker, we fly.
So onward we journey, through epochs and dreams,
With wonder as fuel and infinity’s grace,
In the tapestry woven with starlight and beams,
We are but fleeting whispers in time-travel’s embrace #instagram #writer #writco #Writing
Where starlight dances with the whispering breeze,
Time unfurls like a tapestry,
Woven with threads of forgotten decrees.
A flicker of light in the depths of the night,
A rift in the fabric where moments collide,
With a touch of a button, futures ignite,
In the heart of the void, let curiosity ride.
Through the spiral of galaxies, swirling and bright,
We drift on the echoes of epochs unknown,
Past the birth of the stars, through the black velvet night,
We travel in silence where the seeds of time are sown.
We meet ancient comets with tails made of fire,
Their stories unspooling in shimmering trails,
Where the dreams of the lost foreshadow desires,
And the whispers of history linger in tales.
Through the shimmering portals that shimmer and twist,
We grasp at the moments that shimmer like gold,
A glimpse of the future, a touch of the mist,
In this dance with the cosmos, where time is unrolled.
Yet caution we take, for the echoes may break,
The threads of existence can fray with a sigh,
For in every step that we boldly partake,
We shape the horizon; we flicker, we fly.
So onward we journey, through epochs and dreams,
With wonder as fuel and infinity’s grace,
In the tapestry woven with starlight and beams,
We are but fleeting whispers in time-travel’s embrace #instagram #writer #writco #Writing