Stars that remembered us

Beneath the hush of twilight’s sigh,
Where oceans kiss the weeping sky,

There lies a tale the night wind keeps
Of dreamers lost in star-bound sleeps.

A tale of love, not born but grown,
From seeds in silent ages sown.

When time itself was yet unmade,
And light first learned to dance with shade.

I knew you not in flesh or bone,
But in a voice, a pulse, a tone.

A song that echoed through the void
Before the worlds were yet employed.

You were the tremble in the flame,
The ghost in gold, the whisper’s name.

A glint behind the eye of fate,
A promise carved in midnight slate.

We met in places dreams forget,
Where souls in slumber's cradle set.

And every star above did glow
To light the path I did not know.

Your eyes were time—both lost and found,
Your breath the hush of sacred ground.

You spoke in tongues the winds once knew
When Earth was young and skies were blue.

Through lifetimes spun like spider's thread,
Through kings and queens, through blood once bled.

I sought your touch in every face,
A stranger’s glance, a child’s grace.

In temples razed, in gardens wild,
In every weeping mother’s child.

In forests deep where silence stays
I found your light through tangled ways.

But once—oh once!—the stars stood still,
The moon grew drunk upon the hill,

And in that hour, sweet and rare,
You turned, and saw me standing there.

No herald called, no trumpet cried,
No comets burned the evening tide.

Just you and I beneath the sky,
Two names the stars did not deny.

You smiled—a world began anew.
I breathed—a thousand roses grew.

And time, that thief of every tale,
Dropped all its weapons, pale and frail.

For we, dear love, were not a spark
That flickers once and leaves the dark.

But fire carved from ages deep,
That even death forgets to keep.

And still the stars remember well
The place where first our gazes fell.

They shine not bright for fortune’s fame,
But for the night we spoke our names.