Galactic Disc

A silver saucer in silken skies unfurled, A quiet watcher of a sleeping world. No warmth it offers but a gentle gleam, A ghostly presence in a midnight dream. It pulls the tides with an unseen command, A cosmic rhythm across the sleeping land. A beacon shining through the darkest night, A lonely traveler in celestial flight. It paints the landscapes in a monochrome hue, A world of shadows forever fresh and new. A silent story etched in cratered face Of ancient journeys in this timeless space. It whispers secrets to the listening breeze Of hidden wonders and forgotten seas. A universal mirror reflecting back our gaze, A mystery unfolding in starlit hazy maze. A constant presence in the ever-changing sky, The moon's soft glow as time goes drifting by. A voiceless promise in the velvet black, A solace in gray on a lonely track. ©bfa031425