The Rhythm of the Stars

In silence, a gentle ticking sound,
like moon fingers brushing against nothingness,
time dances, hidden among the stars,
while darkness keeps its secret safe.
A clock whispers a thousand stories,
a beat that brushes the vast expanse,
each hour a dream lost in the sky,
an echo of silence, eternally young.
And thus, in the breath of the universe,
the chime mixes with constellations,
a secret dance between time and dream,
until the awakening of a new morning.