Whispers of the Void

Beneath the night's velvet shroud,
echoes of forgotten wishes stir.
The clock, a sentry in its timelessness,
guards the secrets of world's end.

Once, a voice like drifting starlight
whispered truths we dared never claim.
Encrypted within shadows’ breath,
lies the lullaby of yesterday’s dreams...

Listen closely, for the echoes may
trail remnants of what could have been.
A moment, frozen, flickers briefly
between the beats of a silent heart.