Echo of the Stars

Through the folds of the past, the void whispers,
a lost echo of a cosmic whisper,
it returns light, elusive and nowhere,
brushing eternally among sleeping stars.
In a beat of time, that unravels and folds,
there, among the creases of nothingness, a memory vibrates,
a voice that dances between silence and dream,
abandoned in the infinite sea of space.
Echoes of worlds that never were,
that are lost in the abyss of the possible,
remain only shadows of an echo now vanished,
in the delicate fabric of cosmic memory.