Among the Falling Stars

A dream whispers in the shell of silence,
brushing the lights that weep in the sky,
a light shadow of a lost desire.
Stars fall, veils of eternity,
while the dream fades, mute and quiet,
leaving a memory of fleeting light.
In the heart remains an echo, a faint promise,
that the light wind, through the shadows, caresses,
a whisper of dream that cannot be explained.