The Sky Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The sky is clouded in ancient secrets old,
Whispers of time in every drifting cloud,
Celestial mysteries in silence told,
A tapestry where histories are enshrouded.

Beneath its vast expanse, the echoes sing,
Of battles fought and loves that bloomed and died,
In constellations' dance, a timeless ring,
Where dreams and memories in stars confide.

The moon, a guardian of night's embrace,
Reflects the tales of ages long gone by,
In every shadow, stories we can trace,
A universe of whispers in the sky.

Oh, ancient sky, with secrets veiled in light,
You hold the past in shades of silent night.