Echoes of Forgotten Stars

In the quiet abyss where stardust settles,
Lie whispers of stars, forgotten in their fall.
Not of constellations known, but remnants of ancient light,
A celestial archive, where lost memories call.

These stars once burned with tales untold,
Their glow a testament to epochs long past.
Not charted by time, but by the silence they hold,
Each ember a story, forever to last.

In the darkness, they shimmer, faint and pure,
Echoes of existence, drifting in the void.
Not seen by telescopes, but felt in the heart,
A cosmic reverie, where eternity is deployed.

Here, the essence of stars, forgotten but bright,
A universe of echoes, in the endless night.

In the cosmic dance, they quietly sway,
Mysteries untold in their luminous array.
Their whispers weave tales of ancient delight,
Guiding the curious through the vastness of night.

Through the eons they've journeyed, silent and wise,
Witnessing the birth of galaxies, painting the skies.
Their presence a reminder of our transient state,
In the grand tapestry of the cosmos, they await.

So let us listen, in the stillness of space,
To the echoes of forgotten stars, a timeless grace.
For in their fading light, we find solace and art,
A reminder that even in darkness, there's beauty to impart.