Beneath the veil of endless night,
The stars are born in quiet light.
Dust of galaxies, scattered far,
A cosmic dance, a distant star.

In the dark, the North Star gleams,
A beacon bright, the keeper of dreams.
Guiding souls through wind and tide,
A steadfast light that won’t subside.

The ocean hums in endless blue,
A rhythm old, a pulse so true.
It mirrors skies, both deep and vast,
Where stardust falls, and hearts beat fast.

The waves caress the shore with grace,
As if the sea, in endless chase,
Would capture stars and carry them,
To light the night, to guide again.

So in the whispers of the sea,
And in the stars that call to me,
I find a truth that's pure and near—
That we are stardust, crystal-clear.

Bound by tides and shining bright,
Like stars above in endless flight.
We drift, we rise, we find our way,
By stardust trails and ocean spray.