Beneath the velvet canopy, stars ignite,
Tiny beacons in the vastness of night.
Whispering secrets of ages gone by,
Guiding lost souls with a shimmer of light.

Each twinkle tells a story untold,
Of dreams and wishes, both young and old.
Like ancient guardians, they silently gleam,
In the stillness, they weave a celestial dream.

Through the dark, their brilliance shines,
A dance of light across infinite lines.
Connecting hearts with their radiant beams,
Inspiring poets to weave their themes.

In the quiet, the stars softly speak,
Of mysteries hidden, of futures they seek.
Eternal witnesses to the passage of time,
In their glow, we find a rhythm and rhyme.