Celestial Ballet in Forgotten Linen

Upon forgotten linen, a faded azure sea,
where the night wind whispers softly to thee,
rises an infinite stage, veiled in mystery’s grace,
and stars ignite like true embroidery lace.
Each distant star, a dancer held at ease,
traces its step with slow rhythm, pure silence decrees.
The constellations, gems scattered in the deep flow,
dance without sound upon the world’s veil below.
A silent waltz, a turning of endless time,
while the field rests in its quiet sublime.
Dark blue and silver, a divine pattern spun,
among bent stalks where the falling light has begun.