The Whisper of Time

In the heart of night, a clock murmurs low,
among gentle stars, its steps are concealed,
a silent dance that the heavens bestow,
where time and dream together are revealed.
Its soft whisper brushes against infinity,
following the echo of a memory gone by,
amidst the whispers of a fading history,
it is lost within the void, harsh and high.
And in the silence of a forgotten shade,
the clock dances, without fear, without sound,
cradling an illusion that has been betrayed,
as the hidden dream dissolves, falls down, and is crowned.
Thus among stars and silence, time gets astray,
in a breath between dream and reality’s gleam,
an ancient whisper that will never decay,
in the eternal quiet of a truth like a dream.