In the silent fold of the universe's embrace,
a note drifts—like a leaf upon forgotten winds,
Echoed dreams from a constellation of solitude.
In the middle of night, when the stars hum,
I grasp the words that never were spoken,
Signals of the past, scattered across time's tapestry.
Do they remember
the laughter
that once danced
among their timeless glow?
Or perhaps,
they sing
of an echoing silence
that yearns for more,
a longing intertwined with shadows?
When the night unfolds its deep velvet wings,
listen carefully—
there, amidst the cosmic whispers,
the forgotten lullabies of stars await.