In the quiet spin of cosmic dust,
you are the axis my chaos trusts—
every constellation charts your form,
each star a verse in your endless name.
Centuries pass like a breath in space,
your voice the light that shapes my place.
No black hole’s grip, no dying sun—
could dim the universe where you’re the one.
Supernova-bright, yet gentle as tide,
you’re gravity’s whisper, my infinite tide.
The planets may falter, the comets may sway—
you’re the north in my night, the dawn in my day.
All galaxies bow to the pull of your hold—
my cosmos, my cradle, my pulse, my gold.