The Whisper of the Hours

Among the stars time unwinds,
A soft whisper, an endless dance,
The secret tick within the glowing hush,
The hidden music of a hopeful chance.
In the quiet of luminous dreams,
A clock whispers tales that were lost,
Each passing moment etched by burning schemes,
While the heavens listen, silent and engrossed.
And time dances through the feathering hush,
A gentle beating, a lingering brush,
Among the stars, lost in a sweet susurrus,
In the held breath of unending chorus.