Sky of Quiet Dreams

Sky of Quiet Dreams

The sky opens wide,

with colours drifting,

soft as a memory,

that never learned to fade.

A circle hangs high,

in gentle stillness,

holding the night,

inside delicate lines.

Stars gather slowly,

around its centre,

waiting for stories,

to settle again.

Clouds roll beneath,

calm and glowing,

lifting the quiet,

of forgotten thoughts.

I stand below it,

feeling the pull,

of something timeless,

breathing above me.

It’s pattern moves,

though nothing touches it,

as if dreams travel,

through silent air.

Each moment lingers,

long enough to hear,

the hush of wishes,

caught in the sky.

As I keep watching,

as colours deepen,

finding my peace,

in its gentle light.