From the
hearts of dying stars,
Releasing
fragments of immortality,
The substance
and essence of what we are,
Forged from
the very light we wish upon when we see,
From distances
too far to understand,
Bridging empty
spaces between and beyond,
Where Timeless
reaches its invisible hand,
Rearranging
possibilities, continuance reborn,
But in all
that eternity and infinity,
There's a
thought I always pondered most,
It is to know
if our hearts came to be,
Of star-stuff
that emanates from the same host,
Even if not,
through the separation we came,
These remnants
dispersed throughout the darkness to roam,
Hoping
somewhere, sometime it could be reclaimed,
Into a someone
who will again, find home.
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