In the stillness of a quiet room,
Where shadows dance with evening’s grace,
I find a mirror in the gloom,
Reflecting dreams I dare to chase.

Its surface speaks in silent tones,
Of paths untrodden, tales untold,
A world where I am not alone,
A canvas blank, yet rich and bold.

Each day a brushstroke on my heart,
A portrait forming, undefined,
Where past and present play their part,
In crafting visions intertwined.

As whispers of the soul take flight,
I stand before this inner sea,
A traveler in the soft twilight,
Embracing all that I can be.