The Whisper of Crystal

In the silence of the dissolving sky,
a cloud-whisper touches the morning,
among stars dreaming of glass rain,
crystal sighs upon a faint boundary.
The sky, a fall of lights and hopes,
dissolves softly, like a distant thought,
where the stars, in pearly dreams, dance,
seeking the rain that hearts desire.
The thin murmur of a weeping sky,
glows like dreams through silken clouds,
in their crystal dream, the wind is lost,
the scent of rain the stars still dream.
And in the silence, when all things blend,
the sky fades out, leaving a breath,
a crystal whisper lost into the void,
while the stars tremble, longing for the sea.