Space swirls, twirls across constellations of fire
Space swirls, twirls across constellations of fire like fairytales sailing through a trail of stars.
Yet, whose voice sketches the stories?
Do the stars breathe time in a tempest of histories,
Do the stars breathe time in a tempest of histories, or do we carve our chronicles and cover,
anchor a billion years?
(Aside) Hey, Commaful! This is just another short piece that I wrote for a university assignment. I hope that you all enjoyed this one! :) Like the last piece, this one was also for a self-pottrait about me travelling through space!
This was a lot of fun to write and I hope that the theme is an interesting one to think about as it can be approached from a lot of directions that are not in space. :) I hope that you are all well, and take the best care! Keep up the writing, Commaful, you are all awesome! <3