Here, in the forgotten lyonesse
of dimension and wars.
Hands that forged stars, crumbling
between the whispers of dying suns.
I love the breathless pause between orbits,
where I find us two, suspended eternal.
The ship groans in entropy,
whispering softly shattered dreams.
Planets dance out of reach, taunting
with their silence, cradling lost
songs beneath their frost-adorned crust.
Each bloom of nebula, a kiss
forgotten in the dark.
Oh, to be the light
fracture that heralds
the end of eternity.
To weave tales in solar winds,
as fleeting as your name
scribed in cosmic dust.
I sail upon the sorrowful
echoes of your laughter.