In the quiet murmur of dawn’s embrace,
Rilke wanders through the veiled space,
Seeking truth in shadows and light,
Painting dreams in the canvas of night.

Words flow like rivers through his mind,
Capturing echoes of a world unkind,
Yet amidst the sorrow, a gentle grace,
Unfolds the beauty in life’s embrace.

Through solitude’s dance and silent prayer,
He finds the divine in the earthly lair,
A poet’s heart in the vast unknown,
Where whispers of eternity are sown.

With each line, a soul’s tender plea,
Rilke breathes life into poetry,
A timeless voice, a guiding star,
In the sacred journey of who we are.