In the cradle of the evening sky,
Where stars weave tales of yore,
I search for whispers in the breeze,
A place where my soul can soar.
The gentle rustle of the leaves,
Sings a hymn of forgotten lands,
Guiding my heart through shadows,
To where belonging softly stands.
Amidst the echoes of the night,
I find solace in the moon’s glow,
A beacon of hope in the darkness,
Leading me to where I long to go.
In the embrace of silent dreams,
Where the earth and spirit unite,
I find my home in the unseen,
A realm where my being takes flight.