In the silent echoes of the night,
A heart beats with restless dreams,
Yearning for a distant light,
Where the soul’s true calling gleams.
Through the veil of morning mist,
Whispers of forgotten tales,
The gentle pull of what is missed,
In the breeze that softly sails.
A dance of shadows on the wall,
Longing for the unknown path,
Where the heart and spirit call,
Beyond the bounds of fear and wrath.
In every breath, a silent plea,
For the horizon yet unseen,
Where the heart is wild and free,
In the world of what might have been.