Thoughts like soft shadows drift through the night.
Whispers of dreams that fade with break of day,
In stillness, I search for a flicker of light.

Each moment lingers, heavy like a shroud,
Veiled hopes dance quietly, just out of sight.
A heart sways gently, lost amidst the crowd,
Chasing reflections that vanish from flight.

Though purpose eludes, and silence holds tight,
There lies a promise in the softest gleam.
With patience, the dawn will conquer this night,
And guide me to paths unseen in my dream.

For even in darkness, stars softly glow,
Illuminating ways where lost spirits go.

Tomaž Jevšenak