Flashes of Memories

Time suspends itself, among silent stars,
a gentle whisper of water-dreams,
between ruin and calm, eternal moments,
where the heart yearns, even under the tide.
Fleeting light on forgotten walls,
memory slips, thin and cold,
a wave’s pulse in folds of night,
calling back the past that does not disperse.
The stars whisper in a distant echo,
strangers of dreams upon abyssal sheen,
between the broken stones and the infinite sky,
moves desire, silent and vast.
In this suspended time, everything is still,
but the heart listens, between water and nostalgia,
a dream that lives, between ruin and glass,
and is lost, light, in a vanished star.