Soft Touch

In the silence, a subtle whisper
slides through the folds of a distant sky,
brushing feathers of dreams now vanished,
like a wave that fades upon the horizon.
An outer embrace of light and shadow,
where the breath becomes dissolution,
and the soul gets lost among fragile echoes,
while time recedes silently.
Here is the delicate touch of a morning,
that dips the heart into a sea of enchantment,
leaving behind a soft whisper,
the scattering of a dream just begun.