Celestial Whispers Poem Lyrics In English

 In the vast expanse of the nightly sky,

Where darkness meets a celestial sigh,

Amidst the velvet cloak of obsidian hue,

Stars emerge, an ethereal view.


They shimmer like diamonds, a cosmic dance,

Each one a story, a celestial chance.

Whispers of light from realms unknown,

In constellations, their secrets are sewn.


Orion, the hunter, bold and bright,

A constellation etched in the silent night,

With Betelgeuse’s fiery, crimson flare,

He wanders the heavens, beyond compare.


The Pleiades, a cluster of sisters fair,

Seven jewels in the cosmic air,

Their radiance a guide in the astral sea,

An enchanting beacon for eyes to see.


The North Star, steadfast in its place,

A navigational compass in outer space,

Guiding wanderers on their nocturnal quest,

A constant guide, a beacon at rest.


Shooting stars, fleeting whispers on high,

Streaking across the canvas of the sky,

Wishes hitch a ride on their fleeting flight,

A momentary sparkle in the vast night.


The Milky Way, a celestial river’s flow,

A tapestry of stars in a luminous show,

A cosmic highway where planets roam,

In celestial realms, a celestial home.


In galaxies far beyond our gaze,

Lies mysteries, in stellar blaze,

Black holes sing a silent tune,

In cosmic ballet, their dance attune.


Celestial bodies in their celestial flight,

Painting the heavens with hues of light,

A symphony conducted in silent space,

A celestial chorus, an ethereal grace.


The astronomer, gazing with wonder untold,

In telescopic visions, the universe unfolds,

Seeking answers in the stellar choir,

In the celestial symphony, a cosmic lyre.


In whispers of the stars, an ancient call,

Echoes through the universe, enthralls,

A language spoken in twinkling light,

Transcending time, a celestial rite.


Oh, celestial whispers in the night,

Each twinkling speck, a shining sprite,

In their luminescence, tales unfold,

A cosmic saga, ageless and bold.


As night descends, they gleam and play,

In celestial majesty, they have their say,

Silent storytellers in the cosmic domain,

In celestial whispers, their secrets remain.


Through eons past and eons hence,

Stars continue their celestial dance,

Their whispers echo, evermore,

A celestial symphony, rich and pure.


In the cosmic expanse where darkness reigns,

Celestial whispers echo through astral plains.

Stars, distant lanterns in the endless night,

Guardians of secrets, aglow with light.


A tapestry of constellations spun on high,

Each star a story, a cosmic lullaby.

They flicker and shimmer, in silent grace,

Mystic embers adorning space.


Orion, the hunter, bold and bright,

Etched in heavens, a warrior's might.

His belt a beacon in the vast array,

Guiding through the galaxy’s ballet.



The North Star, a steadfast guide,

A compass in the sky where travelers confide.

Navigating paths for lost souls to find,

In its unwavering glow, peace enshrined.


The Milky Way, a celestial stream,

A river of stardust in a cosmic dream.

A galaxy's tale in arcs of light,

Weaving through the fabric of the night.


Planets dance in their celestial waltz,

Each with a story, in cosmic sprawl.

Venus, with her radiant glow,

A goddess in skies aglow.


Mars, the red sentinel in the night,

A fiery ember in the celestial sight.

Jupiter, king of the planetary clan,

A colossal orb in the cosmic plan.


Saturn, adorned with its rings of grace,

A jewel in space, a sublime embrace.

Neptune's azure hue, a distant call,

Mysteries beckon, within its thrall.


In meteor showers, celestial ballets ignite,

Streaks of brilliance in the starry night.

Shooting stars, dreams for the keen,

A wish whispered upon their fleeting sheen.


In the silence, the cosmos speaks,

Each star a word, each galaxy, a peak.

Whispers of creation, profound and vast,

In the cosmic tapestry, an eternal cast.


Astronomers gaze, seeking to understand,

The language of stars, a cosmic hand.

Their whispers carry tales untold,

In the boundless universe, stories unfold.


Legends from antiquity, myths of old,

Embedded in stars, in stories they've told.

Echoes of cultures, histories untamed,

In constellations' celestial frame.


Oh, celestial whispers, in cosmic flight,

In silent hymns, you paint the night.

A universal language, beyond our grasp,

Yet in its allure, we yearn to clasp.


In the celestial dome's far-reaching span,

Whispers linger, a celestial plan.

A symphony in the quiet expanse,

Celestial whispers, in cosmic dance.

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