In the silent corners of my mind,
A shadow dances, elusive, untamed,
Whispering secrets of dreams confined,
In a language of longing, unnamed.

The heart beats in a frantic rhythm,
Each pulse a step towards the mirage,
Eyes fixed on the distant chasm,
Where desire fuels the endless barrage.

Yet, the closer I draw, the more it fades,
A phantom of hope in the dim-lit night,
Leaving trails of silver cascades,
In the haze of an obsessive plight.

And as the dawn breaks with gentle sighs,
I stand amidst dreams unfulfilled,
Still chasing shadows beneath the skies,
With a heart forever thrilled.