Whispers in the Dark

In the silence wrapped by night,
the stars fall like lost dreams,
they graze the heart of a fading sigh,
leaving traces of light and longing.
A sleeping heart listens in silence,
to the subtle murmur of distant stars,
whispers of memories that taste of eternity,
while the world sinks into its cold repose.
And in the stillness, a spark ignites,
a pulse of light among the folds of dreams,
and the heart, even when silent, remembers
that in silence, love can still tell its tale.