When the lines between stardust and flesh blur,
we find solace in the echoes of celestial sighs.
Her laugh wove galaxies; her memory, a quasar's embrace,
pulsating through the cosmic ocean.
Forgotten dreams rest here, caught in forgotten light,
mislaid with a glance that thawed frozen comets
into serpents entwined in cosmic dances.
Have you forgotten the whispers that stardust etched
into the ink of the night?
It's there, isn't it?
Look towards the path of spiraling violets and
the inverted stars, they tell a tale unspoken
in tongues woven from memories lost to
a gentle supernova's kiss.
In this symphony of light, we ponder: how soft
do nebulae weep in echoes of past lives pondered
through burgeoning reflections on divers' shores?
These far horizons quiver, smoldering with hues
of becalmed auroras, love embossed upon sand
that kneads silence into wrinkles and times gone.