In the twilight pulse of cosmic breath,
Echoes thread through moments unseen,
Dying star's last written sigh,
A memoir etched in fractured light.
Temporal threads weave in silence,
Caressing the final flare, the ember's glance,
Light dances through a kaleidoscope of dreams,
Forever binding in a fractal trance.
From brighter hymns, a whisper slips,
"Remember me when I am thin gas and dust."
Stars listen, galaxies in profound hush,
Etched on time’s wall, not a single word unjust.
And there, in the shadow of celestial hands,
Lies the moment now, where all begins and ends.
Find solace in eternal dismantling; abide
In the cyclical dance of the cosmic tide.