In the quiet corners of the mind,
Where whispers of wisdom softly tread,
The river of thought flows ever blind,
A path of questions left unsaid.

Beneath the stars of endless night,
Where dreams and reality softly blend,
A dance of shadows in muted light,
Guides the soul to comprehend.

The echoes of forgotten time,
Reside within a fleeting breath,
Chasing the rhythm of the sublime,
In the silent embrace of life and death.

Yet still the heart seeks the unknown,
In the vast expanse of ceaseless quest,
For in the search, the seeds are sown,
Of understanding’s gentle rest.