Amidst a sea of golden light,
A canvas spun from stars and dreams,
She wakes the shadows of the night
With hair that flows in amber streams.
Bound by lines of cosmic lace,
Where orbits twist and worlds align,
A quiet power on her face,
Partly human, part divine.
The glowing spheres of ancient lore
Softly drift around her head,
As secrets from a cosmic shore
Are gently stitched with golden thread.