In the quiet streets where shadows blend,
A man walks, his thoughts a distant tide.
With footsteps light, through nights unending,
He seeks the dreams that time denied.
His eyes, a mirror of stars long past,
Reflect the whisper of forgotten lore.
Winds carry tales of love and loss,
To places where his heart once soared.
Through fields of gold and forests deep,
He wanders on, a soul untamed.
Embracing whispers of the wind,
He finds himself, no longer blamed.
As dawn unfolds its gentle hand,
The man stands still, a silent grace.
In solitude, he finds his peace,
A tranquil heart, in time’s embrace.