In the quiet of the night, where whispers find their place,
A soul drifts gently, seeking a tranquil embrace.
Stars above like ancient guides, silently they gleam,
Weaving tales of forgotten hopes, in the fabric of a dream.

Through the silent corridors of time, echoes softly play,
Memories of past and future, in gentle disarray.
The heart beats a melody, both tender and bold,
As it dances with shadows, in stories yet untold.

Beneath the tranquil surface of a lake so serene,
Reflections of a journey, in shades of unseen.
Each ripple tells a story, each wave a gentle sigh,
Of dreams that soar like eagles, in the vast, endless sky.

The journey within is a road both long and wide,
Where courage meets with fear, and hope with pride.
Through valleys of doubt and peaks of radiant light,
We find ourselves anew, in the depths of the night.