Light from Distant Places

The star's brilliance reaches us as ancient memory, a whisper from before we knew our own names in this dark.

We catch its glow and call it proof— that somewhere, something burns, that distance is just a measure of longing stitched across the black.

Each photon a messenger carrying the weight of years, arriving at our eyes like letters from a world that no longer exists.

We hold this borrowed light and build our constellations, pretending we are not ourselves also sending our brightness into the future's waiting hands.