In shadows cast where whispered dreams abide,
I tread the paths of passion, free and bold,
With every choice, my heart, a fleeting tide,
Has danced with many tales, both bright and cold.

Like water’s hue that shifts with light’s embrace,
I’ve laid my trust upon the hands of fate,
No fear within my breast to find the grace,
In moments rich, though some have turned to weight.

Yet in this journey fraught with love and loss,
A fleeting glance becomes an echo true,
Each fleeting bond, a step, a bridge, a cross,
In memory’s depth, I’d weave the shades anew.

For in this heart, I’ve known both joy and gray,
Yet still I rise, embracing each new day.

Sence spomina

V sencah, kjer prebivajo šepetajoče sanje,
stopam po strastnih poteh, svoboden in drzen
z vsako izbiro, moje srce, odpira drobne špranje
v plesu z zgodbami moj korak je trden, jeklen.

Kot tok vode, ki se spreminja v objemu svetlobe,
zaupal sem v roke veličastne usode,
brez strahu si upam najti luč iz tesnobe,
v bogatih trenutkih najdem pot izpod teže.

Na tem potovanju, polnem ljubezni in izgube,
bežen pogled postane resničen odmev,
vsak korak minljiva vez, na vsakem mostu in križišču,
sence bodo stkale novo pot v globinah spomina.

V tem srcu sem spoznal veselje in sivino
a vseeno vztrajam – objemam vsak nov dan.

Tomaž Jevšenak