In the loom of stars, the cosmos thread,
A fabric stretched where thoughts have bled
Desire spins in nebulae’s glow,
Love drifts in orbits we barely know.

Our minds, a storm of silent flight,
Swirl dreams like comets lost in night,
Each thought a flare, each breath a spark,
A dance of fire across the dark.

Entangled hearts in gravity’s scheme,
Pull close through space, through every dream
What we feel, what we dread,
All stitched in the stars above our head.

~Corina