Under the velvet sky where stars dance like butterflies of light

Under the velvet sky where stars dance like butterflies of light, A man is born from the dream of eternity, like a flower from the serene night, Sculpted from the silent shadows of time, floating on the endless sea, Traveling through the waves of destiny, an existence crafted from mystery. His breath is a warm breeze caressing the green hills of memory, Withdrawing into the silent abyss where infinity weaves its immortality, Leaving behind echoes of being, desires like unfulfilled stars, Dancing in a waltz of ephemerality, dreams intertwined from eternities afar. His heart, a divine clock beating in the chest of a hidden universe, Refuses to accept the play of life where the curtain falls too soon, The entire being a torrent of questions, a cascade of unending thoughts, Each drop carrying the echo of a revolt against forgotten stillness. In the flow of sensations, he feels the whispers of eternity embracing him, Eyes covered by the veil of a dawn promising rebirth and hope anew, Every moment lived a spark igniting the sky of a whole life, A fireworks display illuminating the darkness waiting at the edges of our strife. And so, the heart continues to beat, in an equal and unyielding rhythm, Refusing to believe the story will end, for in every impulse within, Lies a universe pulsing beyond the silent and vast edge, A reminder of the fragility and wonder of being, an existence to allege.