LADY VERA
To wait or not to wait—that cosmic question,
Am I but stardust caught in endless night,
Or guardian of galaxies in quiet confession,
Watching worlds pass in gentle flight?

I've stood upon this edge ten thousand years,
Seen stars ignite then whisper, softly fade.
Yet still, amidst these quiet cosmic spheres,
My patient spirit calmly, softly stayed.

Galaxies bloom, nebulae dance and swirl,
Each star a fleeting verse of glowing rhyme.
A witness to the universe's whirl,
I drift along the gentle tides of time.

To pause, perchance align—ay, there's the dream,
In grand celestial choreography,
Forever present, moving through the stream,
A timeless watcher of eternity.

Yet optimism marks my boundless heart,
Believing in the cosmos' grand design,
That somewhere in this endless work of art,
My place is set, my path, my stars align.

And till the nebula calls me at last,
I'll wander softly, patient and sincere:
For time delayed is merely time recast,
Traveling gently, through stars, drawing near.

LADY VERA
Do not drift softly through your given days,
Rage boldly forward, fierce against the night;
Though time is swift, grasp fiercely life's brief rays.

Bright women blaze their trails through misty haze,
With courage burning ever strong and bright;
Do not drift softly through your given days.

She dances boldly, disregards delays,
Crafts art, ignites worlds with a dazzling light;
Though time is swift, grasp fiercely life's brief rays.

Wise women speak and challenge tired clichés,
Claim voice and vision, standing for their right;
Do not drift softly through your given days.

She ventures boldly, daring new forays,
Her spirit's fire ignites and takes full flight;
Though time is swift, grasp fiercely life's brief rays.

And when the night comes calling, cast no gaze
Of quiet meekness—let your flame ignite;
Do not drift softly through your given days,
Though time is swift, grasp fiercely life's brief rays.