Between the echoes of forgotten nights, a hush remains.
Stars, scattered like thoughts, flicker with silent stories.
Each glimmer a memory, a journey paused,
untouched by the relentless march of time.
From where I stand, the universe breathes softly,
creating a tender symphony of whispers and sighs.
Do you hear them? The dreams that linger in the silence,
waiting for an echo, yearning for a voice.
Beneath the celestial sphere, the lost dreams wander.
Trapped in constellations, woven into the fabric of night,
they seek solace in a wanderer's heart.
The stars spill their tales, if only we pause to listen.