Tears of Autumn

In the silent breath of the weeping sky,
the stars whisper tales of fallen leaves,
each drop a secret, a memory of light,
dissolving through clouds and far-off whispers.
The wind recounts of trembling hearts,
between the chime of barren boughs and faded dreams,
autumn weeps, fragile and forevermore,
drawing illusions in a sea of haze.
And beneath this glance of gentle rain,
the world stands still, hearing heaven’s beating core,
a whisper of dead and buried stars,
that dances in the silence of an autumn squall.