Collection: 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.