Among the silent stars, echoes linger
where the cosmos hums its forgotten lullabies.
The constellations dance, ghosts of old dreams,
whispering secrets in stardust tongues.
Leaves upon the wind, notes of a song
you've sung before yet never heard.
Time weaves its tapestry, threads of deja vu,
binding moments lost in nebulae's heart.
The night cradle rocks, soft murmurs etched
across the vastness, a hand tracing
the contour of soul's memory, tracing
paths through starlit reveries.