“The silence of outer space”

Silence deeper than midnight snow,  
A hush where distant starfields glow;  
Across the cosmic, velvet dome  
No voice to call, no sound to roam.  

Between the planets, wide and far,  
Drifts not a whisper, not a scar  
Of breeze or echo, laugh or sigh—  
Only the silence, vast and high.  

Mute, the comet’s shining thread  
Trails memories of suns long dead;  
Galaxies tumble, wheel, and spin  
But all their clamoring stays within.  

Light alone dares make the trip,  
Slipping past each asteroid’s grip;  
Even brave radio waves must strain  
To bridge those gulfs, to break the chain.  

Astronaut, with breath held tight,  
Floats in this soundless, endless night;  
Heartbeat and hum inside his suit  
Are all that’s left—time’s slow pursuit.  

In outer space, the silence reigns,  
Quiet as hope, or longing’s pains;  
Not emptiness, but mystery—  
A calm where dreams drift infinitely.

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