The Heart of the Stars

In the vast silence, a secret beat,
grazes the waters of a sea without name,
lost stars, proof of a quiet time,
that whisper dreams in an air without hunger.
The sea keeps the hidden dreams,
lost among the waves like veils of darkness,
each beat a memory that cannot be seen,
a melody the silence despises and despairs of.
An invisible rhythm, an escaping pulse,
that crosses the void of nights without return,
ignites the heart of a persistent echo,
until the sea and stars open with repose.
And in the quietude, a whisper is lost,
breath of seasons irremediably far away,
stars and sea, a secret that is unknown,
a hidden beat between liminality and yearnings.