Stella Maris
I remember the breath of the light,
And a voice that dissolved into dreams.
You’re softer than waves in the night,
Beyond where the northern sky gleams.
I believe — through stillness and storm,
You hold the thread in the dark.
You’re the glow that escapes every form,
A star on the evening’s arc.
You hear how the silence is breaking?
How the shoreline pulls at the sea?
When memory sways, half-awaking,
You teach it to drift and be free.
Poem by PeterArt18, translated by ChatGPT.
