Beneath the canopy of whispering stars,
lies a path no feet have graced in years.
Twisting through valleys cloaked by silence,
it carries the scent of forgotten dreams.
Listen close, to the murmurs soft gray;
the echoes call to their spinny cradle
as night holds them in a gentle embrace,
weaving silver threads through tree limbs old.
Somewhere I Lost Daylight
dances alone in its patient shadow.
Will you find company in its step? Or
walk quietly beneath murmurs trembling?