Like a swift sigh, a light unfurled, A golden scratch across the deepest night. From endless dark, a fading streak is drawn, An ephemeral dance that floods the cosmic sphere. That fleeting passion is no mournful cry, But a silent longing that the heart must hide. Perhaps a memory of former grace, A whispered prayer revealed by empty space. Does it yearn for endless arms to hold, Or just an echo where the heavens fold? One final moment, a delicate trace, Before the dream dissolves into empty space.