The Cosmic Diary (Epilogue)

Star date: the map was inside my chest

Etched in veins that pulse and rest

I searched the void

I sought the glow

But all along

I didn't know

Soft piano whispers like a distant moon

Space hum cradles the quiet tune

The pendant swings

A steady beat

A compass pointing where dreams meet

The stars once mocked with riddles vast

But now I see

I've found at last

The cosmic diary was never lost

Its ink my blood

Its pages embossed