In the nights when sleep hides among shadows and broken dreams

In the nights when sleep hides among shadows and broken dreams, The night wind becomes a caress of cold stars on my skin, It penetrates deep into my lungs, like a crystal serpent of silence, And I wonder, with longing that sings silence in echoes of lost time, When was the last time I felt the thrill of undefined beauty, That melts like a dream in the morning light, a whisper at dawn? On those days, I close the window, the temple of cold freezes my bones, Wraps my soul in a mantle of shivers, a sanctuary of ice. And I wonder, with pain like a silent cry in the night’s stillness, How long will this sensation last, nesting in the marrow of dreams, A solitary bird in a nest of shadows, a mysterious burden, It’s a melancholy flowing through the veins of time, a river of silver. It winds through the cliffs of my soul, carried by waves, A traveler on a sea of stars and shadows, in search of solace, That spreads with the dawn, when light embraces the world, And silence pours over us, like a forgotten song.