The Soul of the Stars

A subtle sigh, in silent darkness,
Secrets gleam, without a sound,
They brush the dreams, hidden in thought,
Invisible voice of a love supreme.
Through the abysses, a whisper sighs,
A dance of lights, discreet and sovereign,
Traces of desires that the heart draws nigh,
Hidden reality, yet so far away.
Light that caresses the veil of dreams,
Transports the soul to infinite spaces,
An echo of peace, above deceptive schemes,
In the mute embrace of fateful days.
And thus the sigh, without a voice, ascends,
Among dead stars and unsaid dreams,
A subtle thread that through the heart transcends,
In the shadow of night, eternal victors.