LIFE
The Graveyard of Dead Stars
Litany of the nebulae
The sky is a graveyard of dead stars and we the embers of ancient fires each one a silent witness to the ages lanterns lit on the mausoleum of time
in the necropolis of space lingers the radiance of bygone suns forlorn extinct epitaphs of unspoken words homage to their once-burning glory
in the nebula my erstwhile cradle twinkles the galaxies are a cemetery of twilights the figments of these stellar phantoms roam the sky in a dance of birth and demise
in the graveyard of dead stars a new light twinkles as another one meets the eclipse a gravestone marks the alpha and omega my final resting place in the eternal night
Author’s note:
A metaphysical opus about life’s miracles and limitations. It delves into the cosmic truth that we are all stardust, the heirlooms of celestial bodies long gone. As we traverse this brief existence, we’re reminded that our origin and destination are one—the stars. In the space-time continuum, our lives mirror the eternal cycle of renewal, where our earthly dust ultimately returns to the heavens, seeding the potential for new beginnings.
