Whisper of Still Light

Among the clouds, a silence settles down,
the sun stretches out, weary and diffused,
sleeps in the sea of dreams now far away.
A gentle whisper grazes the wind,
recollecting lights that time cannot keep,
carried by the breeze that absorbs all things.
And in the repose of ruin, a sigh remains,
an echo of warmth that the sky forgets,
in those dreams that vanished beyond the clouds.