The Breath Among the Stars

In the heart of the silent clock,
a slow, invisible breath,
whispers through time’s fibers,
dancing with invincible lights.
Each tick, a wave of calm,
that grazes the deep night,
counts breaths of a hidden past,
suspended between dream and wonder.
The stars listen to its secret,
among invisible circles and spleen,
they sigh, and in a distant whisper,
the dance becomes eternity.
And so the clock breathes,
while the sky gets lost and found,
a dance among celestial dreams,
a beat of time that never tires.