Twilight's Last Gleaming

In twilight’s last gleaming, stars whisper your name,

The cosmos, a canvas, with shadows aflame.

Each flicker, a story, of distance and time,

A boundless ballet, so perfectly prime.

As darkness descends, and night takes its claim,

Our souls intertwined, in this vast cosmic game.

With stardust in veins, and dreams taking flight,

We voyage through realms far beyond the night.

So when you feel small, under the sky's vast dome,

Remember, the universe whispers, "You're home."