In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where shadows dance with the moonlight,
I seek the meaning of existence,
Through dreams and endless persistence.

The stars above, they seem to know,
The secrets of the ebb and flow,
Of life’s deep and winding stream,
Where reality and illusion gleam.

Time weaves tales both old and new,
In moments lost and moments true,
Each breath a step in the grand design,
Of paths obscure and paths divine.

In the mirror of the soul’s reflection,
Lies the essence of pure connection,
Between the finite and the infinite,
A journey profound, a quest so intimate.