In the quietude where stars fall,
A lonesome myth finds solace in the echo
Of twilight's accidental grace,
Scribbled upon the celestial parchment.

Whispering winds carry, soft and airy,
Chronicles kissed by dying constellations
A serenade lost in the cosmic embrace,
They weave the astral silence anew.

Oh, how laughter dances among the nebulas,
In spectrums unseen, untamed,
A silent hymn in the curve of night,
The universe hums, forgotten yet remembered.