In the quiet corners of the heart,
Where shadows dare not tread,
Lies the whisper of truth,
In echoes softly spread.

It weaves through the tapestry,
Of dreams and waking light,
Unveiling hidden paths,
In the silence of the night.

Beneath the mask of illusion,
It dances in the breeze,
Guiding lost souls gently,
Through a forest of ancient trees.

With steadfast grace it lingers,
In the chambers of the mind,
A beacon in the tempest,
Where truth and hope entwine.