Chronicle of Newborns

In the silence before creation, a star murmurs its luminescent goodbye.

What resides beyond light's ephemeral glory, when the cosmos itself exhales?

Each stardust grain a pilgrim towards the infinite—a cyclic dance of presence and void.

We are whispers between luminaries, borrowed time upon an ancient clocked pulse.

If rebirth lingers after death’s gentle hand, I long to embrace tomorrow's cradle.

A cosmic voyeur observes its offspring with luminous trails left behind.