I am like a morning star rubble,
scattered across the horizon,
each fragment a thought, a reflection,
a whisper of light
caught in the cusp of dawn,
where night retreats,
and the world begins to breathe.

I rise in the stillness,
the air crisp with hope,
the earth awakening from slumber,
soft shadows stretching,
daring to embrace the sun.
In this gentle light,
I find myself,
each shard of thought glinting
with the promise of day.

To somehow combine myself,
to weave these pieces
into a tapestry of dreams,
where imagination roams freely,
where each idea sparkles
like a dew-kissed blade of grass,
dancing on the edge of possibility.
I gather the scattered stardust,
compelled by the urge to create,
to shape these fragments
into a constellation of meaning.

I am the breath of the morning,
the songs of birds
bursting into the day,
the rustle of leaves
that murmur secrets of the night.
I am the light that breaks
upon the stillness,
drawing forth colors hidden,
reviving the sleepy hues of existence,
each moment a brushstroke
on the canvas of time.

Let my thoughts roam,
unfettered and wild,
through valleys of wonder,
across the peaks of possibility,
where the landscape is uncharted,
and the spirit can soar
like an eagle gliding
on the winds of change.
In this boundless expanse,
I become the author of my journey,
the architect of dreams yet to be realized.

With each step forward,
I scatter my essence like seeds,
nurtured by the warmth of the sun,
as they take root in the fertile soil
of open hearts and wandering minds.
I am a symphony of light,
each note a pulse of existence,
a harmony resonating
with the thoughts of many.

And when the sun rises high,
and the morning star dims,
I will carry these moments within me,
a tapestry woven from the remnants
of dreams and fears,
hopes and aspirations,
glistening like precious gems,
waiting to be discovered anew.
So here I stand,
like morning star rubble,
ready to embrace the day,
with thoughts that roam free,
exploring the infinite canvas
of what it means to be.

Tomaž Jevšenak