In the twilight glow, beneath the silent watch of the moon,
the lights dance, gently urged by the whispers of the tide.
They do not ask where they go; their path is a timeless lilt,
a rhythm as ancient as the roar of the sea,
guiding wanderers to unseen shores.
Just as the waves mold the sands along secretive beaches,
shaping destinies without sound or fury,
so too should one allow their inner compass to be
aligned with these luminous wayfarers.
Trust in the current, let the sleepwalkers lead the way.
Imagine what dreams could take flight,
if only you surrender to this magnetic pull,
a force unseen yet, palpable all the same.
Each step harmonizing with a beat not your own,
but perhaps meant specifically for you.