The dawn breaks softly.
The layers peel, one by one.
Who am I in shadows' embrace?
Fleeting wisps of forgotten echoes.
Silence speaks louder than words.
Luminous paths
unseen, unfelt.
The heartbeat of existence
whispers my name.
An unfinished thought lingers, like dew on morning grass.
Paths of rays, old yet new,
conscious yet hidden.