Echoes from Distant Galaxies
In the corners of existence,
love lingers like stardust,
whispering through the ages,
untamed desires traversing the cosmos.
Each heartbeat reverberates,
a silent symphony that threads our souls.
Swirling in an endless embrace,
you and I, constellations formed by chance,
boundless mirrors in a sea of darkness.
The library keeps our secrets, whispering stories
wrapped in the scent of ancient parchment.
Stories living, breathing; still echoing.
"To know you is to soar beyond the sun,"
I wrote in the margins of forgotten tomes,
pages flutter like spirits,
each flicker adds warmth to cold nights.
Gaze, dear dreamer, at the orbital dance,
an invitation to hover on the brink
of galaxies remade from memories,
dissolve yourself in the light’s embrace,
feel the echoes thrum in your ribcage.
Find your star