In the labyrinth of wandering paths,
Where shadows dance and whispers call,
The moonlight weaves its silken threads,
Guiding steps that slowly fall.
Beneath the stars, the heart does roam,
Seeking solace in the night’s embrace,
Lost among the silent echoes,
Yearning for a familiar place.
The forest sings its ancient songs,
Leaves rustling secrets in the air,
Each turn a mystery to unfold,
In a world both strange and fair.
Yet in this maze of endless dreams,
A light within begins to glow,
For being lost can lead to finding,
Paths where the soul begins to grow.