Secrets in the Cosmos

The stars paint traces of gold
on the thin skin of silent waves,
a canvas of mystery that brushes the dream,
where the dark whispers ancient truths.
In nocturnal twilight, the firmament unveils itself,
marking with lights secrets never told,
like invisible hands caressing the wave,
invisible words written in the void.
And the night breathes, cold and deep,
guardian of forgotten dreams and enigmas,
the stars, witnesses to an infinite silence,
paint secrets on the fragile skin of the sea.