Moon of Forgotten Dreams

On the slender thread of an ancient night,
the moon smiles, veiling itself in mystery,
painting dreams upon forgotten waters,
while silence listens to its soft whisper.
Its rays caress the quiet waves,
creating trails of fading light,
like passing echoes of a time gone by,
that find shelter in crystalline hearts.
Within its smile, old wisdom lies concealed,
a peace embracing secrets long since lost,
the longing for a world that was not lost,
guarded by stars and quiet waters.
And thus, through winds’ soft whisper and magic,
the moon paints dreams of stone and pure light,
leaving in the waters a faint streak of desire,
that only the heart remembers how to hear.