Christopher James Dimitriadis, Contributor

The stars were whispering,
Their secrets woven in the night’s cool breath, A tale of dreams and endless wandering,
Of love that lingers long after death.


And it felt like the wind was singing low,
A melody lost to the ebbing tide,
A song of places where only shadows go, And hearts that once upon a time had cried


And it felt like the earth was holding still, Each moment stretched into eternity’s frame, A silent prayer on a moonlit hill,
For things that change but stay the same


And it felt like time had softly paused,
A heartbeat held in the hush of dawn,
As if the world, in gentle awe, had caused
The night to linger, not yet gone.