Echo of Oblivion

In the whisper of a quenched storm,
dreams sink down, guardians of an extinguished time,
reflections of a desire the heart has lost,
like a distant echo in an unwritten past.
The eyes, two wells of forgotten waters,
gathering images of nights now vanished,
drag the echo of submerged dreams,
through the folds of a gaze that no longer opens.
The rain beats on the panes of memory,
stealing words from history,
but in the shadow of a fading remembrance,
lives the trace of a dream never ended.
And in the silence of this buried abundance,
resonates the voice of an untold life,
always there, between oblivion and desire,
the lost echo of a submerged dream.