In the space between the stars,
echoes of forgotten heartbeats
drift on the cosmic winds,
soft sighs of epochs dancing past.
What celestial lullaby calls to us
through the static of time's tapestry?
Dreams woven into strands of light,
a spectral message written in shadows.
Listen closely,
for the universe hums a tune,
secret harmonies trapped in stardust,
wrapped in the transient glow of nebulas' breath.
Beyond the silent murmurs,
a cosmos of uncertainty,
dreams lost in the flicker of distant suns.
They watch, they wait, they whisper.