Under the silken sky of night, among stars shining like diamond tears

Under the silken sky of night, among stars shining like diamond tears, I wonder, in the endless flow of my thoughts, if we could have become angels, if we were capable of embracing the experience of art and transforming it, molding it according to the moral ideals expressed in creation, like divine sculptors, carving in the pure light of our souls. In every verse, in every note, in every brush stroke, lie hidden unspoken truths, dreams of fragile beauty, and if we could only absorb them, make them part of our being, we could rise above the world, become beings of light, floating gracefully through eternity, embracing the pure ideals of creation. But we are only human, caught in the dance of shadows and light, letting ourselves be carried by the waves of life, trying to find meaning and beauty, and art, like a magic mirror, shows us what we could be, reveals our divine potential, hidden beneath layers of imperfections and fears. In every painting, I see angel wings, in every poem, I hear celestial songs, and I wonder if we will ever be able to transcend these human limitations, to transform our souls into living works of art, breathing moral ideals, and rise above the world, like falling stars, leaving behind a trail of light and hope, in a universe full of darkness and chaos. But until then, we remain mere dreamers, seekers of beauty and truth, trying to embrace the experience of art, to transform it into something greater, and perhaps, one day, when we are ready to embrace these moral ideals, we will become angels, full of light and love, dancing among the stars, leaving behind a transformed world, a world where art and morality intertwine in a divine symphony, bringing eternal peace and beauty.