The Whisper of the Invisible

In silence that the sky keeps deep within,
beats a secret heart, invisible and thin,
an ancient echo of dreams lost to the breeze,
that whispers worlds beyond celestial seas.
An unseen pulse that dances in the shade,
in nothing’s breath, where conflicts are arrayed,
between desire and void, between naught and all,
a song that grazes corners faint and fall.
And underneath it, the sky grows still and hears,
flashes of dreams the heart dispels with tears.
In that secret beat resides the mystery,
of a yearning time has left so history.
In night’s deep silence, the unseen smiles bright,
among lost dreams fading slowly into light.
A hidden heaven, a forgotten tune,
that lives within an abandoned afternoon.