Light Among the Cracks of Time

Among the silent folds of invisible past,
the gentle smile brushes time’s cracks,
like a needle of light among ancient stones,
a whisper of joy that defies oblivion.
A star hidden among overarching shadows,
barely shines, brushing against silence,
leaving a trace of warmth until dawn,
an echo of hope within the folds of nothingness.
The thought wanders through epochs now vanished,
weaving dreams through the cobwebs of days,
and in the heart, a steadfast smile of stars settles,
even when time seems to dissolve everything.
And so, upon the fragile border of yesterday and today,
that ray of light, premature and infinite,
weaves poetry into the invisible cracks,
where the smile becomes eternal, between clouds and nothingness.