In the silence of a hidden sky

The whisper is lost in the cold wind,
while the sky covers dreams now spent,
a shadow creeps through the hard clouds,
covering desires with indefinite veils.
The breath of stars, faint and wan,
moves the memories of a heart astray,
under the dark mantle, the dream dissolves,
into the eternal nothingness of an escaped eternity.
The shadow lengthens, breathes and falls silent,
where the sky stretches without ever returning to view,
echo of a whisper, a last glimmer,
abandons dreams into an endless abyss.
And everything remains, under a breath of wind,
a sky that buries itself, without sound,
the lost hopes, now silent,
within the shadow of a dream never born.