Dance of Silence

In the heart of the night, a whisper arises,
swaying slowly, through the stars that unveil
a faint ticking sound, a beating kept hidden,
while the dream is woven through light and recall.
Time folds itself in a sterile embrace,
each pointer charms, painting visions of lies,
amidst the breath of neon softly glowing,
a magic dance that the heart still hears calling.
The stars lie down upon a neon sheet,
reflecting the secret of a world held in pause,
a whisper lost within an endless play,
while the dream breathes on, light and so quiet.