I push the shadows off the walls, my friend,
With whispered light that tenderly cascades,
In corners where the silent echoes bend,
I seek the glow that through the darkness wades.

Each flicker dances, bold yet soft and clear,
As dawn unfolds its gentle, warming hand;
I chase the night, resolve to persevere,
And in the day’s embrace, together stand.

The shadows dim, but in their fleeting wane,
A tapestry of dreams begins to weave;
For every doubt and whisper born of pain,
A spark ignites, inviting us to believe.

So let us bask in light where shadows flee,
And find the strength in brightness, you and me.

Tomaž Jevšenak