Beneath the canvas of the indigo sky,
Where dreams and constellations lie.
A tale unfolds in stardust streams,
A cosmic ballet, a realm of dreams.

In twilight's soft and hushed refrain,
A poet's heart, a lunar terrain.
Moonbeams paint verses on night's blank page,
Echoes of a celestial, timeless sage.

Ethereal whispers in the zephyr's flight,
Serenading stars that pierce the night.
Galaxies waltz, a luminous embrace,
Dancing in the vastness of outer space.

Neon ribbons of the Milky Way,
Weaving stories in the cosmic play.
Each constellation, a chapter told,
In the cosmic library, ancient and bold.

Orion strides with majestic might,
Chasing shadows in the cosmic light.
Cassiopeia's throne, a regal seat,
In the astral tapestry, patterns fleet.

Meteors streak, a fleeting desire,
Igniting the cosmos with celestial fire.
Planets converse in orbits wide,
In the cosmic ballet, they gracefully glide.

Celestial bodies, a symphony divine,
Harmony in the cosmic design.
A poem etched in the fabric of space,
A cosmic sonnet, an eternal embrace.