Celestial Whisper

The sky, dreaming, breathes in silence,
among falling stars like distant thoughts,
a subtle murmur of invisible dreams.
The eyes dissolve into a sea of veils,
every spark a desire lost to the void,
threads of hope that the darkness makes perceive.
In silence, the sky whispers forgotten stories,
between past and eternal, an infinite whisper,
where the dream opens, light, among what cannot be seen.