The Moon's Hidden Rhythm

In the silence among time’s folds,
a secret beat begins to blend,
a lost moon, between dream and enchantment,
that hides within an ancient heart.
Every night conceals an ancient whisper,
a gentle pulse, like ocean tide,
in veils of darkness, an obvious breath,
that blurs the past with what is present.
In this path without end,
the moon pulses, invisible and sovereign,
keeper of a rhythm that will never cease,
forever woven deep inside its core.
And then I listen, among time’s folds,
to the lost beat yet true,
for even a wandering and slow moon
holds within its silence an entire mystery.