Dreams of Wind

In the sky, stars scattered like distant memories,
clothe the swell of a wind that grazes and fades,
invisible dance upon lost dreams,
like a whisper time cannot sleep from.
Liquid reflections of light through the folds of air,
embrace shadows of hopes the heart conceals,
and even in silence, memory bends and dissolves,
leaving only the murmur of stars and wind that chase each other.