In the quiet moments of dawn’s first light,
I find fragments of myself, scattered and bright.
Echoes of dreams, whispers of fears,
Weaving a tapestry through the passing years.

Beneath the surface, where shadows play,
Lies a heart that dances, come what may.
A soul that seeks, yet often hides,
In the ebb and flow of life’s changing tides.

Eyes that witness the world unfold,
A spirit that’s both gentle and bold.
With every breath, a story told,
Of love and loss, of warmth and cold.

As the stars ignite the night sky’s dome,
I journey inward, to find my home.
In every beat, in every sigh,
I am the poet, the dreamer, the why.