Secrets of an Unknown Sky

The silence breaks into a whisper,
a sky hidden among the folds of a dream,
that was never lived, but perhaps exists,
among the veils of an imagination that brushes the void.
Through the folds of sleep, a subtle pulse,
like an echo of a universe I do not know,
prisoner of a desire that dares not be born,
yet it pulses, in a whisper of unexplored stars.