Hidden Moon

In the folds of a dream that has since vanished,
a light sighs that does not dare to shine,
secretly hiding in shadows of lost desires,
silence whispers a breath of rain,
an elusive moon through veils of nostalgia,
barely tracing its face within the heart of nothingness,
yet, in the void of that blurred memory,
it keeps alive a whisper of hidden hope,
that the dream, though faded, might once more brightly gleam.