Blown from the winds of time,
Every night across the skies
Created to create,
Everything that could be

Universes that turn,
In transits of vastness
As night flows,
Through our sleeping minds

Waiting to emerge,
To new days
In the cosmos,
Of our lives

The smallness of us,
A tiny echo
A reflection in the moon's orb,
As tides rise in communion

The evolution of eternity,
The core of imagination
Constellations of chaos,
In unfathomable existence