Silent Lights

In silence, the stars whisper,
an echo of lights the heart denies,
among folds of a dissolved dream,
dance phantoms of faded light.
A soft whisper, an ancient beat,
resonates through the folds of void,
while the starlight echoes are lost,
amidst the spirals of a fading dream.
There, in the shadow, the echo rings,
a melody of distant memories,
among folds of a dream that fades,
where night is stained with spent breath’s sigh.
And in the heart, the whisper remains,
echo of stars, elusive dance,
among folds of a dissolved dream,
a light that pulses in the silence.