Amidst the grand excursion, the silence fragments
into melodies of distant orbits entwined.
The whispers of dust that cradle empires,
as forgotten songs echo in the void,
drifting beyond the grasp of time’s embrace.
Do galaxies weave stories forgotten
by the sands of cosmic sleep?
Each speck a witness
to the unraveling fabric, the law of becoming
listening to the rhythm of silent heartbeats.
Is there assurance in the gravity of dreams,
that hold them close to distant shores?
Or is it the dance of an unseen tether,
more profound than light, more eternal
than the realm beneath the dust of planets?