Chorus of Silent Stars

A whisper awakens in the night’s deep hush,
The secret pulse of stars that softly hear,
While fading dreams just lightly touch and drift,
Between veils of light and shades of deep desire.
Upon the sky’s eternal stage, thoughts gently sway,
Fragmented dreams from echoes far away,
The hidden pulse, an unseen rhythm’s sway,
Concealed within the fold of lovely night and gray.
In this bright, enchanting, watchful spell,
The stars remember, though all sounds cease to swell,
That even faintest dreams possess a spoken spell,
In the deep pulse of an all-listening celestial shell.