Above a tapestry vast and profound
Each star a stitch where secrets are bound
The needle of time weaves night and day
Threading moments in a delicate array
You stand beneath both small and immense
Feeling the web of fates immense suspense
Though threads may fray their patterns remain
A story eternal through joy and pain
The cosmos whispers its voice sincere
Even the faintest light is clear
In your hands lies the thread of dreams
Woven through lifes ceaseless streams