In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where stars become the silent guides,
We ponder on the fabric of time,
And the endless journey of the soul’s flight.

The river of thoughts flows deep and wide,
Reflecting the moon’s gentle glow,
We question the shadows cast in our mind,
Seeking truths in the depths below.

Each moment a fleeting grain of sand,
Slipping through the fingers of our fate,
We grasp at meaning in the shifting land,
As the heart dreams and contemplates.

In the dance of existence, we find our place,
Embracing the paradox of life’s embrace,
With every breath, a new step we trace,
And in reflection, we meet our grace.