there are clouds made out of stardust
broken old worlds flying in space
places to hide for some
smoke like for someone else
these clouds are made of thought and remembrance
why do they cross my mind
in this part of the Universe ?
are they just lost children traveling through empty space ?
are they the only hope of some ancient culture ?
I dive into these planets and imploded suns
and I feel they are full of wisdom
information of eons is packed into these flying rocks
they are just seeds of a future nebula,
the love of a diseased Galaxy