Stars caught in the amber of a silent night,
whispers breathe like shadows on echoing shores.
Time knots itself, a ribbon of untying secrets,
where beginnings meet endings under watchful moons.
Dewdrops cling to the edge of dawn,
reflecting forgotten dreams in crystalline clarity.
Paths not taken weave into the fabric of
this moment, a tapestry of unspoken stories.
Where does the wind sing its lullabies?
In the heart of the forest or in the echoing corridors of the soul?
Each step is a conversation with the past,
a gentle reminder that we are all wanderers within.