Voices of Stars
Silent songs carried through the void,
Orchestrated by the light of ancient fires,
They catalog chaos in melodies unheard,
Whispers of the cosmos—reborn in stardust.
The constellation of dreams, scattered,
A tapestry woven with threads of time,
Disconnected, yet forever intertwined,
Their resonance—an elegy for the infinite.
tells of momentary waltzes
in the remnants of the nebula
echoes entwined within
unopened letters from a
forgotten argonaut in fragments
seen not heard, like shadows on the
horizon of a blackened dawn