The Breath of the Hour

In the heart of shadow, time dissolves,
a secret breath among silent gears,
that silence wraps like an extinguished sail.
Every tick, an echo of hidden worlds,
the breath is lost in the unspoken,
among the sighs of the moment that departs.
An hour now without voice,
that breathes in the void, in the rarefied air,
leaving only the sense of a dream that fades.