In the silent twilight of my existence,
I unravel threads of cosmic tapestry,
woven across eons, through the breath of stardust.
Once a luminary,
I expelled my essence into the void,
birthing nebulous heirs to carry my fading luminescence.
Here lies the dusty memoirs of expansive presences,
remnants cradled in the heat of spectral remembrance.
Each granule, a testament to a journey,
each lost particle, echoing my forgotten sonnets.
Do they remember the ancient heat
of my incandescent sanctuary,
where atoms danced and sang
in rhythms no longer tangible?
As I dim, allow me a final sonnet:
Let the ghosts of my vigor touch yours, dear wanderer,
for in your eyes, I find the last reflection of my birth—
a heart pulsating quietly
on a distant shore.