the vastness of the cosmos

If I could I would create a new cosmos,

a celestial dance of the words

that lingered unspoken when you were near.

I'd start with greetings, igniting constellations,

then navigate through the vastness of silent sorrows,

whose weight could flood a hundred skies.

Gradually, I'd unveil the courteous constellations,

a language forging a stable atmosphere.

For what's a universe without the sun, water, and Earth?

And what am I, without the cosmos

of unspoken things I bear within?