Dreams of Mist

In the vast silence, an echo fades away,
through clouds of thoughts subtle and light,
a distant voice that the heart receives,
but without reply, like the silent sea.
The stars dance upon the tide of mist,
sighs of a soul that brushes the void,
every dream a step on a grazed path,
will remain only a trace of a quenched desire.
Lost echo blends with the wind,
whispers secrets of a time that flees,
the dream dissolves in lyrical silver,
only a shadow the heart still wishes to touch.
And in this dance of lights and silence,
the soul is lost between reality and fantasy,
a dreamer who hears his own tolling bell,
among mist-stars, eternal seeker of harmony.