As my nuclear heart weakens, I whisper tales of cosmic trails,
Screaming colorful constellations, painted upon the night sky,
My final blaze, a ballet of fiery bits, drifting within endless voids,
Remnants of ancient warmth, fading rapidly like a dream drenched in dawn's light.
Do you hear my silent echo within the breadth of time and space?'
Trillions of vibrating atoms resonate in feeble song,
A quest embedded deep in star-stuff to reinvent homes,
Beyond the spectrum, scattering the moments of being transcendent.
The last tender embrace of radiant power disbands, sighing,
Witness celestial kin forming from ashes worn of old scars,
I journey to the beholder—infinitesimal thoughts once bound to gravity,
Now intertwined in the complexity of darkness yet unfathomed.