Whisper of Stars

Through thin veils of cold air,
time whispers among the touched stars,
like a memory now vanished,
which the dream holds, but never faces.
There, among lights that tremble in silence,
memories bend like flowers to the wind,
suspended between what was and what remains,
a sweet beat, a slow sigh.
Every star keeps a distant echo,
a word never spoken, a desire concealed,
which the heart listens to in silence, without fear,
while time gets lost, enchanted.
And in the light whisper of an elusive eternity,
remains the secret of the dreaming soul,
among stars that shine and hide themselves,
in the silence of a time that is lost, far away.