Where the Satellites Sleep

Beyond the last signal and far from the sun,

I wander through places where time comes undone.

No harbor awaits me, no kingdom to claim,

Just constellations remembering my name.

I drift past the wreckage of old satellite dreams,

Lost among static and celestial streams.

Out in the quiet where everything bends,

I find new beginnings disguised as their ends.

Meteor showers illuminate scars,

Turning old wounds into pathways through stars.

Every unanswered desire I keep

Finds its reflection where satellites sleep.

I run through the silence that stretches so deep,

Calling to worlds that eternity keeps.

Between all the distance and all I restore,

I reach for forever and still ask for more.

The moon wears a crown of forgotten light,

Guarding the edge of perpetual night.

I gather its silver and carry its glow,

Into the places afraid to let go.

Though gravity weakens and shadows expand,

I still hold tomorrow within my own hands.

Even the coldest and loneliest skies

Can teach broken dreamers to rise.

The universe hums with a soft refrain,

A melody woven through pleasure and pain.

I breathe in the wonder that emptiness brings,

And learn how to fly without needing wings.

I run through the silence that stretches so deep,

Calling to worlds that eternity keeps.

Between all the distance and all I restore,

I reach for forever and still ask for more.

No ending awaits at the edge of the blue,

Only new stars with a different view.

I drift through forever, my spirit set free,

A child of the cosmos becoming me.