Moon in Suspension

The sky whispers, light and subtle,
a murmur that fades into silver breath,
dissolving into petals of the moon,
a caress of light that brushes silence.
Among clouds, shadows, and dreams of silk,
the breath of the firmament dissolves,
a trail of stars is lost in nothingness,
like a sigh that crosses the void.
The heart listens, slow and trembling,
to the ancient whisper of a heavenly voice,
that becomes dust of dreams and memories,
and turns into petals of pure nostalgia.
In this abandonment, the night is tinged,
with a subtle echo, with a beat of breeze,
while the sky, in dissolution, reveals
a secret of light and poetry.