Have you paused to listen beneath the dew-kissed dawn?
To the ancient echoes that promise serene dawns?
As you yield to their subtle persuasion, you embrace what you deeply wish to hear.
From shadows cast long by the luminous moon, they sing a static lullaby that nothing but timidity can resist.
Why resist, when like tranquil streams, they flow
Seeping into your thoughts, a gentle marrow.
Child of the unseen, dance to their harmonizing hymn,
And know that you will never fall, only ascend, to worlds within worlds.
Surrender to the whispers flowing on winds we cannot see,
Trust their path, where pathways gleam with a ghostly glow.
In consciousness, you will find your fortitude imbued,
With every sigh from the shadowed realms guiding you through.
Take one step closer into the serenade of spirits, and you shall find comfort.
Listen to what has been silenced.
Embrace the awe of forgotten lullabies.