Starfront Promenade

Waking up once again in a circle with no end What great time to be alive!

 Patterns break and worlds emerge

 in the twinkling of an eye

Creatures you could never dream of

Colours surface from the dark...

It's Springtime...

From the void silhouettes

Spread across the cosmic edge

On This starfront promenade

The universe reveals Its hand

"What A Time to Be Alive"!

Clusters of these galaxies hum to me their parallel memories

Orbiting the Nebulae,

They will only bloom the once

Sea shells to sound the Spring of Life

Their random spirals glide us to quasars of the Void