Light in Flight

On the thin thread of the sleeping sky,
the stars tremble, an insistent beat,
they dance slowly along a rosary of clouds,
threads of light that graze, wanting to touch.
The orbits of other dreams intertwine,
in silent air whisper ancient secrets,
a music of light, a breath of eternity,
slips through the folds of a nascent morning.
And while the world remains inhabited by shadows,
these sparks graze time,
free, they wander, in infinite silence,
carrying a fragment of dream to memory.