Stardust

It once danced in the heart of a dying star,

Kissed by the cosmos, it collapsed into silence

And settled in the beat of your heart.

It’s a strange inheritance we carry–

Fragments of galaxies, now woven into flesh

Our existence both fleeting and infinite

And yet, we forget–

That the shimmer in our eyes

Once lit distant galaxies,

That our breath carries whispers

Of worlds long gone.

Then the cycle repeats—

Stars collapse,

Dust scatters,

Life begins anew

And that very dust lies within you.

Their beauty remains undiscovered,

The gift in their decay,

Perhaps they fall willingly,

Knowing their death

Will give rise to worlds

And as we walk under their light

How strange it is to think,

We are not only of the earth

But of the heavens too.

A fleeting paradox:

Bound to time, yet timeless

Made from stardust, and just like them-

Burning bright before we fade.