In the hush of dawn's embrace,
I wander — a wayfaring soul
caught betwixt reality and reverie
tracing the fading echoes
of paths less traversed.
Whispering winds speak secrets
of ancient beginnings;
footsteps dance upon dew-drenched grasses,
leaving trails
in the soft embrace of time.
There lay fields of golden wish,
spectral vines entwining visions
of who I could have become
beneath a traditional tapestry
of silken dreams spun at twilight.
Luminous thoughts thread through
starry eyes—are you awake?
they query as shadows stretch
across the horizon,
beckoning with a crooked smile.