Crystal Breath

In the breath of a buried dream,
among waves of sugar and cold mist,
ghosts of a sky that is no more,
whisper the silence of voices never heard.
The sea of clouds slowly awakens,
a beat of broken crystal wings,
cradle of hopes that dare not be,
hidden within the folds of a lost heart.
Yet, in that shadow of silence,
a faint breath, like a forgotten desire,
rekindles the fire of sleeping dreams,
for even the most hidden can be reborn.