Cosmic Hush

 
In the realm of splendid voids,
where silence dances and shadows play,
there exists a place beyond the stars
where nothingness blooms in shades of gray.

Superb nothing at all times
when clocks cease their tireless chime
and the universe holds its breath
as if waiting for a secret rhyme.

No suns to rise, no moons to wane,
only echoes of forgotten dreams,
in this cosmic hush we find solace
as reality unravels at the seams.

The wind whispers tales of absence
and the rivers flow with empty grace.
Mountains stand tall, yet weightless,
their peaks lost in celestial space.

Superb nothing at all times
where galaxies fold into origami swans
and comets write cryptic love letters
to the void that cradles them like dawn.

Stars twinkle, not with fiery passion
but with the gentlest touch of frost.
Their light a memory of forgotten wishes
in this cosmic theater where all is lost.

Perhaps in this sublime emptiness
we discover the essence of existence.
For sometimes it's in the absence
that we find the most profound persistence.

So let us raise our glasses to nothing.
To the superb void that defies all rhyme.
In the grand tapestry of cosmic silence
may we find wonder in the gaps of time.