In the quiet moments of dawn’s embrace,
Where dreams and reality softly collide,
Expectations weave their fragile lace,
Painting futures in colors untried.

A gentle whisper in the heart’s ear,
Promises wrapped in shimmering gold,
Yet shadows linger, bringing fear,
As stories of past remain untold.

The dance of hopes on the edge of night,
Balancing on the tightrope of fate,
With every step, a breath held tight,
As time weaves its intricate gate.

Oh, silent echoes of what may be,
In the garden where wishes bloom,
Let courage guide through uncertainty,
Turning whispers to songs of the soon.