Echoes of Lost Stars

In the silence that wraps the night,
a heart whispers among fallen lights,
searching through shadows, through dreams and uncertainties,
the breath of what escapes, among the stars.
Thoughts fall like gentle rain,
celebrating a desire that disperses,
among the veils of a sky that no longer listens,
the beat is lost, among lights that fade.
The whisper dies into a distant echo,
among fragments of an unexplored love,
every star, a hope floats in the void,
suspended, fragile, between desire and the past.
And so the heart is lost, among crumbs of time,
among the traces of a dream that shines and vanishes,
in the silent dance of falling stars,
leaves a whisper, without end, in the wind.