Echoes of Forgotten Stars

In the warm shadow of lost orbits,
the whisper blends with the ancient wind,
silently recalling an era now vanished,
where falling stars danced without time.
A beat, a faint echo of unconscious creatures,
shatters among the voids of a forgotten sky,
neither more nor less, the last pulse of a dream,
that dissolves within the folds of nothingness.
And thus, in silence, remains a cold echo,
a memory of a wave that once carried light,
now painted in the remembrance of empty orbits,
a whisper of stars that never stopped falling.