Light of Fragments

The thin beat of uncertain moon
among the broken glass of a vanished dream,
whispers silence, a light dance,
through streaks of light and fragments of the past.
A reflection on forgotten dreams,
the echo of a shattered desire,
that bends, brushes, gets lost in hidden corners,
in the void of time now escaped.
The moon moves, delicate and cold,
among shards of abandoned hope,
every beat a murmur of absence,
a distant call, barely scratched.
And in the silence, a last whisper,
through the glass, through the heart’s shadows,
moon that dances, fragile and thin,
in the abyss of a dream that does not return.