Echoes Beyond the Veil: A Cosmic Elegy

We orbit wide and free, beneath the gaze of distant stars,

One drifts 'round horizon’s edge, ensnared by collapsing scars.

Their Eden blooms with light, where joy and river-song unite,

Unknowing that their skies conceal a darker kind of night.

Beneath soft moons, their laughter rings as dreams are carved and sown,

But all their paths wind inward to a gravity unknown.

We sing through interstellar seas, in choir with nebulae,

Deaf to our call, they thrive instead where silence dares defy.

A blackened tide surrounds them, not of ocean, not of rain,

But lightless winds that steal the soul and do not give again.

Their books record no life beyond the veil their eyes can see,

With science bound in cages of what “is” and what “must be.”

They till their soil with love, and mourn their dead with sacred flame,

And dream of their rebirth beyond, where no new dawn is named.

Each birth, a fleeting spark that warms the dark then fades from sight,

Unknowing none return once crossed beyond dusk’s churning night.

Low hymns dissolve in space so warped, not even gods can hear,

Their wisdom, like their essence, fades beyond the shadowed sphere,

No soul escapes that crushing edge—no dream, no word, no cry.

There afterlives consumed before they ever learn to die.

We danced once under stars that sang, before the silence fell,

Before their world was drawn to dance around the star-born well

In solemn choirs of violet sound, we name them once each age

Remembering our fallen kin, who’ll never know they’re caged.

We send no ships, they’d never reach their ears, their skies, their shore,

And so we grieve in silence, loving them forevermore.

Those pris’ners bound by dark, who never dreamed they weren't alone,

The stars weep for their souls and hum a requiem in stone.

_______________________________________________

Echoes Beyond the Veil: A Cosmic Elegy is a poem about loss, inspired by the concept of black hole cosmology — the idea that our universe may exist within a black hole. In the poem, a planet drifts too far and becomes trapped orbiting a black hole, its people unaware of the fate that separates them forever from the greater harmony of their solar system. The other worlds mourn them, remembering what is lost, while the trapped souls live on in ignorance.

Beyond the cosmic imagery, the piece is a metaphor for grief: watching someone you love slip away into destructive habits, fading memory, or paths you cannot follow. It is the sorrow of holding awareness while they remain blind, the ache of mourning in silence, and the endless love that persists even when no bridge remains.