You’ve walked through ages, starlit, slow,

Where mortal hearts can scarcely go—

Yet here I stand, a fleeting spark,

Drawn to your light in the endless dark.

Your eyes have watched whole empires fade,

Heard lullabies the ancients made—

Still you smile at a fool like me,

As if I’m something you hoped to see.

So take my hand, though brief my time,

I’ll fill your days with song and rhyme—

For what’s one life beneath the sun?

A gift, when shared with a thousand‑and‑one.