Beneath the tapestry of cosmic whispers,
the stars endure a conversation in an ancient tongue.
Silent screams ride the solar winds, fragments of memories untold,
secrets the nebulae keep locked among the void's embrace.
What do the comets dream of?
An eternity spent traversing the inky silence,
each passing light a message, a longing.
Heard but never listened,
a stardust echo fades into the night...