Echoes of Infinity

In the silence of hidden vaults,
the stars weave invisible songs,
circles of light that graze the heart,
memories of a past that does not yield.
The nocturnal ocean becomes a mirror,
gathering scattered dreams and nostalgia,
every toast of light is a whisper,
a desire for eternity that gets lost.
And thus the placid sky ignites,
with a silent, ancient song,
where every speck of star draws
the echo of an ‘I’ that is lost, yet alive.