In the quiet corners of the mind,
Where thoughts whisper soft and kind,
Reflections dance on silent streams,
Weaving through the fabric of dreams.
Shadows of doubt and beams of hope,
Entwine in an endless scope,
Painting pictures, vivid and vast,
Of future longings and remnants of the past.
The heart beats in rhythm with these musings,
Each notion a star in the sky, infusing,
The soul with wonder, fear, and delight,
As day turns to dusk and dusk to night.
In this sacred space of thought and reason,
Seasons change with the mindâs own season,
And in its depths, we often find,
The essence of being, the threads that bind.