Echo of a Lost Dream

In the silence that wraps the sleeping heart,
a whisper of sky brushes the abyss,
hidden among clouds of faded memories,
a voice that fades into a silenced void.
Among the waves of a forgotten dream,
hides an eternal murmur,
a faint spell, almost grazed by,
that scatters in the void, secret and hellish.
The sky whispers in tongues of wind,
rare words, stanzas of a clandestine past,
and deep in the soul a slow movement,
sighs the echo of a love now far away.
Yet, in this endless quietude,
the memory becomes presence, subtle, light,
like a ray hidden among the lines,
of a dream the heart still evokes and believes.