In shadows’ gentle embrace,
Where whispers softly sway,
A mind dances on the edge,
Between night and day.
Echoes of a distant voice,
Call from within the haze,
Painting dreams with colors wild,
In an endless, shifting maze.
Fragmented thoughts take flight,
Like birds in twilight skies,
Searching for the broken stars,
Beyond truth and lies.
Yet in this tangled symphony,
A quiet strength resides,
Holding on with tender grace,
As the storm subsides.