Echo of the Stars

In the night’s silence, whispers of light,
A dance of stars that brush through dreams,
On the faint thread of absence’s hair.
The wind keeps guard, in a distant echo,
Voices of stars that shine without sound,
A far-off thought shining within the void.
And between the sighs of sky and earth,
The stars sing, unseen, their enchantment,
An eternal echo breathing through the silence.