The Whisper of Dreams

In azure silence a whisper arises,
a sky of fallen veils, eternal sighs endure,
through cloud-folds where the gentle breezes stray,
where dreams pursue each other, fleeting and unafraid.
Among lost stars and wishes long forgot,
are hidden tales of worlds yet unbegot,
each cloud-strand holds a secret softly told,
a gentle touch of hope, of dreams yet to unfold.
And the heart listens, in its quietest beat,
the thin song of a sky woven with dream,
speaking of hopes, of patterns unseen and deep,
which only the soul may hear, when silent vigil keep.