Dance of Moon and Sky

The whisper fades through dissolving clouds,
a sky that melts into dreamlike veils.
Moon petals, threads of scattered light,
graze the heart, so gentle and slight.
Within the folds where dawn dissolves,
hide the whispers of a silent cosmos,
a subtle melody of silence and hope,
that brushes shadows and memories’ scope.
In the womb of a boundless night,
the sky transforms to a petal’s sigh,
like an ancient sigh lost in the void,
and in each pale reflection, dreams employed.
Thus the sky dissolves, in a whispered trace,
through lunar veils, where the heart finds its space,
between eternal wish and time’s slow pace,
a dance of light, suspended, without trace.