In the quiet whispers of the night,
I gaze upon the distant stars,
Their light a gentle, guiding hand,
Calling softly through the dark.
Dreams unfold like petals in the breeze,
Carried gently on the wings of time,
Hearts longing for what cannot be held,
Yet reaching, ever reaching, still.
Between the shadows and the light,
A silent song of hope resounds,
Drawing paths unseen, yet felt,
In the vast expanse of endless skies.
Oh, to touch the shimmering veil,
Where longing meets the dawn of day,
And in the tender glow of morning,
Find solace in the yearning’s way.