Gleams of the Past

Gazing through the veil of time, a stream of light,
Listening to the whispers of the stars, serene and bright.
Every moment holds a story, tales of joy and plight,
All converging in the cosmos, distant yet in sight.
Memories, like constellations, dot the night's grand dome,
Silent sentinels of history, guiding spirits home.

Of dreams and sorrows, woven in the fabric of the night,<
Flickering in the darkness, each a beacon of insight.

The past, not just a shadow, but a beacon leading forth,
Hailing from an epoch when the stars charted our course.
Echoes of ancient light, in present hearts reborn,
Past and future intertwining, in the cosmic loom they're sworn.