In the stillness of the night, I feel it rise,A whispering wind that stirs the soul,A longing for the stars beyond these skies,An aching dream, a silent, endless goal.The moon hangs low, a beacon of my dreams,In every beam, a promise softly gleams,Of distant shores and paths of newfound worth.Yet here I stand, bound by time’s cruel tether,My heart a captive of the present’s hold,Yearning for the distant, fairer weather,Where stories of tomorrow are told.Oh, to break these chains and soar away,To find the place where dreams and life entwine,To chase the dawn and claim a brighter day,Where yearning’s end is finally mine.