Poetry by Rowan Evans

I am the heart of a dying star,
spilling the last of my fire into the void.
A ghost of brilliance, unraveling,
yet you, a million light-years away,
still see me burning.

In your sky, I remain—a beacon,
a shimmer untouched by time.
You do not see the silence,
the cinders where a sun once roared.
You see only the light that lingers,
never knowing it already died.