Echo of the Silent Stars

On nocturnal velvet a whisper ascends,
the sky paints dreams so sovereign and pure,
it glides softly on lunar boughs,
emerging with promise of light and mystery.
The tree branches hear the celestial song,
every leaf catches a fragment of hope,
transforming silence to secret poetry,
where the heart is lost ‘midst stars that depart and return.
The breath of a sky that unveils itself shy,
traces dream-lines upon night’s soft skin,
and our deepest wishes turn to light cloud,
that bear our thoughts far past the infinite.
Each night a painted scene, each dream a tale told,
the sky, in soft whispers, dances with the breeze,
and we stay right here, listening to the deep mystery,
between the moon’s soft curve and time’s slow heartbeat.