The Silence Between Stars

Beneath the hush of night’s embrace,

a thousand stars unravel their secrets,

not in thunder,

but in breaths softer than candle smoke.

The moon leans low,

its silver hand cupping the horizon,

as though guarding a fragile promise—

that even in darkness,

beauty waits patiently to be found.

We walk,

barefoot in thought,

hearts bruised yet luminous,

chasing echoes of ourselves

in the silence between stars.

And there—

where silence meets wonder,

we are infinite.