Dear soul adrift, amid the threads of weaving stardust,
the light you chase is but echoing silence.
A delicate dance across the void, whispering tales
of constellations gone tender with nostalgia,
embrace your fragile journey.
Greetings, interstellar voyager,
the cosmos birthed this dream beyond the grasp of cloying time.
An ephemeral flicker caught in the sweet nectar of a nebula's sigh.
Constellations murmur secrets held since stars first yawned.
* Our travels remembered in flares
* The trajectory of a wandering mind
* Celestial addresses lost in amnesia