In the quiet whispers of dawn,
I wander through the weaves of time,
Searching for echoes long withdrawn,
Where heartbeats and silence rhyme.

Among the stars that gently guide,
A tapestry of dreams unfolds,
In shadows where secrets hide,
A story of belonging softly told.

The winds carry tales of old,
Through the forests, vast and green,
In the warmth of hands to hold,
A sanctuary unseen.

In the end, it’s not the place,
But the souls that welcome me,
In their eyes, I find my space,
A home where I am truly free.