Dream Light

The reflection is lost as evening falls,
among the softened fingers of a silent moon,
suspended in the folds of faded memory.
Waves of a past that caress the blue,
where the dream dissolves into liquid whisper,
tracing in the heart an echo of sleeping light.
An instant that brushes the real and the hidden,
among the gleams of a thought that shatters,
leaving an image, a desire that does not fall silent.