I drift where stars are barely scars, Past deadlight seas and fossil stars. No pulse, no path, no guiding flame— Just frozen gods who forgot my name. The Sun’s a whisper now, so faint, A dying prayer I can’t recite. Out here, the void sings lullabies, And dreams decay beneath the ice. Aphelion dreams—too far to feel. No fire left, no wounds to heal. I sleep in orbits wide and slow, A castaway with nowhere to go. So cold, so still, so far from grace— I am the void between all place. Time here moves in glacier thought, Each second carved, each moment caught. No gravity to call me home, No voice, no echo in this dome. I close my eyes, but nothing fades— No waking from these astral graves. Just memory turned crystal dust, And silence that I’ve come to trust. The stars don’t care. They never did. The warmth was myth. The cold is truth. I dream… because I’m too far to wake. Aphelion dreams—forever wide. The Sun can’t reach the place I hide. No orbit tight enough to turn, No fuel, no flame, no will to burn. So let me sleep in frost and night, Too far for pain… too far for light. Float me… Forget me… Far from fire… Forever free.
