Breathe in, breathe out

I am not quite sad

For I am not without

You are by my side

Even though it's

Different this time

And your happiness

Is my source of pride

I don't care that you

Are not mine

All I want

Is you to

Be fully

Happy

Honestly, I do not feel sad

No, not quite, and I am not mad

You hurt me, but did not break my heart

For I can still love you when we're apart

Healing is a process that will take time

But warmth fills my heart, remembering

When you were mine, and so I shall sit

Happily and free, as I remember you and me

One day we'll try again, and if not, we'll be friends

Your smile is all I desire to see, and your happiness

Has always been all that matters to me

I fell from my podium

The tightrope string

It simply snapped

They all sat in shock

Then everyone laughed

I was so young... like a bird

I used to sing

Then uncertainty tapped

Upon my door

He threw a rock

I fell off my raft

Sank on my way

To shore

I was so naive

Believed in everything

My sanity they sapped

Listening as they talk

Perhaps I was quite daft

I fell for a lie

And now I cry

Sink or swim?

You never know

So it is best

To take it slow

Go take a break

Go get some rest

It's a piece of cake

You should just blink

Dont jump in on a whim

Will we sink or swim?

I fell in love

As did you

I clung too tightly

As did you

I dreamt of a forever

As did you

I swore to keep it strong

As did you

I tried to make it better

As did you

I sat there crying alone

As did you

So let us try to be friends

Maybe try again

Back to when it began

Before I fell in love

Before you did too

Because one day around the bend

Maybe twenty years from now

I think I'll say I loved you

You'll say you loved me too

Maybe we'll just stay friends

Or get married in distant years

Cuz I can say I fell in love

And as did you

I fell in love

As did you

I clung too tightly

As did you

I dreamt of a forever

As did you

I swore to keep it strong

As did you

I tried to make it better

As did you

I sat there crying alone

As did you

So let us try to be friends

Maybe try again

Back to when it began

Before I fell in love

Before you did too

Because one day around the bend

Maybe twenty years from now

I think I'll say I loved you

You'll say you loved me too

Maybe we'll just stay friends

Or get married in distant years

Cuz I can say I fell in love

And as did you

Sometimes, at night, I sit and cry

Not giving a **** about life and wishing to die

But then I met you and got to make you mine

Started to convince myself everything'll be fine

But still, that darkness creeps in with hands so cold

And it asks me, "What's so great about growing old?"

In the morning I see you again and on your face a smile

Perhaps it would be okay to live for a while..

My world is now dyed a whole new hue

After you appeared and changed my view

..Waited all day for presents that never came

As all my hopes were washed down the drain

Maybe they'll arrive on Monday is what they say

I guess they just don't understand how important

It is for a teenager to get presents on their birthday

Mine from them is a surprise, which I hate beyond

Demise, they say, that I'll find out at the end of April

But that is a month and a half away from now....

Happy Birthday to me?
Now I am seventeen

What present will I get?
Guess I gotta wait and see

When did I stop being a Christian?  
Was it recent, a slow unraveling thread,  
Or years ago, when innocence first bled,  
Or was it when I was just a child—  
A child who learned to hide,  
To lock the questions deep inside?  

I wonder now, in the stillness of night,  
If I ever truly wore that name,  
A child of God, with hands to pray—  
Or if it was all just a game,  
A story told to make me whole,  
While I searched for pieces to fill my soul.  

I preferred the cold whispers in the dark,  
The voices of ghosts, who never turned away,  
Their secrets wrapped in shadows,  
A quiet comfort in their disarray.  
They never judged, never shamed,  
They simply listened as I called their name.  

The demons, too, had something real,  
A certain power, a certain fire,  
That spoke to something raw inside,  
A hunger that matched my desire.  
They didn't try to fix my wounds,  
But held them gently, like forgotten tunes.  

And in the light, I found no grace,  
Only empty words, a hollow space.  
Pastors spoke of love and light,  
But I couldn't find it in their eyes—  
Only promises that never met the sky,  
Only answers I knew were lies.  

When did I stop believing, I ask—  
Was it when I first saw the cracks?  
Or was it always there, a flicker, a breath,  
That pushed me toward the edge of death?  
I no longer know what it means to pray,  
Or if I ever truly did, anyway.  

I am the child who wandered away,  
Chasing things that didn't stay,  
Now left with echoes, silent and cold,  
Wondering where I lost my hold.  
The ghosts and demons are still my friends,  
But do they heal? Or just pretend?  

So here I stand, with hands unmet,  
A soul that’s tired, but can't forget—  
The longing for something pure,  
The search for something to endure.  
Maybe I stopped being a Christian long ago,  
But the question still haunts me—*does anyone know?

I know there are many here who pray,  
So if my words aren't yours today,  
Please turn away, for this is mine—  
A truth I carry, yours not to define.  

When they speak of God, their voices pure,  
I can't take it in, can't feel secure.  
For God was not there when I called,  
In moments dark, when I had fallen.  

I search for answers in the silence, deep,  
Wondering why I was left to weep.  
So when they speak of faith and grace,  
I question if it's just a trace.  

I don’t deny their right to believe,  
But in my heart, there's a different weave.  
For God was absent when I needed light,  
Leaving me alone in the longest night.

I sold my soul when I was twelve,  
Whispering wishes to the stars above,  
Asking for love and wealth untold,  
A dream too heavy for a heart so bold.  

At fourteen, I worked beneath the sun,  
Chasing the promises I thought I’d won,  
Each dollar earned, each task I’d do,  
Building a life I never knew.  

But now, at almost seventeen,  
I see the truth where once was green—  
It wasn’t riches that filled the void,  
But the love I found, the heart I enjoyed.  

So here I stand, both lost and found,  
A life that swirls in endless sound,  
For in your eyes, I finally see,  
The love I sought was meant to be.

What right do I have to light their way,  
When shadows cling to me each day?  
How can I offer joy or cheer,  
When inside, darkness is all I fear?  

I stand and smile, a fragile mask,  
Hiding the weight of each unspoken task.  
What worth are my words, my soft embrace,  
When my heart drifts in a hollow space?  

Yet still, I try, despite the storm,  
To bring warmth, to help transform—  
For in my giving, I too might heal,  
And find in others the strength I feel.  

So even broken, I’ll still give,  
For sometimes it’s through others we learn to live.

How can I make you smile, I wonder,  
A flicker of light, soft as thunder?  
A word, a gesture, simple and true,  
A quiet moment shared with you.  

Should I paint the sky in hues of blue,  
Or gather stars to light your view?  
Perhaps a song, so sweet and mild,  
To stir the heart, to make you wild?  

Could a laugh, like wind, break through,  
The clouds that veil the sun's warm hue?  
Or a touch, so gentle, yet sincere,  
To calm your soul, to draw you near?  

How can I make you smile, my dear?  
With every breath, with every tear,  
I search for ways, with hope, with grace,  
To light your heart, to warm your face.

I stay here through the endless night,  
Drowning in the ink of others' dreams,  
Where words are woven like delicate threads,  
Each one a whisper, a silent scream.  

The pages turn beneath my fingers,  
A steady pulse, a quiet breath,  
In the stillness of my solitude,  
I watch their stories rise from death.  

I am but an observer in this space,  
A shadow in the light of their tales,  
Their joys, their wounds, their deep despair—  
I carry them, like whispered gales.  

If you are lost, adrift in sorrow,  
Or tangled in the threads of doubt,  
Let these words, like falling stars,  
Guide you through the darkened route.  

Let them be a balm for broken hearts,  
A fleeting flame in the coldest dark,  
A whisper soft enough to reach  
The quiet corners of your spark.  

I stand here in the quiet, still,  
A silent witness to your grief,  
But if my words can offer peace,  
Then let them be your sweet relief.  

- Cas

Sometimes

I forget to

Differentiate

Between

Them and

Me simply

Because

I'm not

Sure who

They really

See....

- Cas

I wonder...

What it's like to sleep

Do normal people get to dream?

Do they see lovely things?

I don't remember ever having those before...

Closing my eyes and waking up sore

Sleep-deprived, but I got eight hours...

Maybe I needed more...?

You're on the other side of this screen...

Fell asleep talking to me..

I've still got our conversation open

You seemed quite sweet but so soft-spoken...

I hope you dream of only lovely things...

Like dew drops, and sunshine, and an angel's wings

...Sleep well, my sweet little stranger....

- Eyeless Jack

We just met...

You're an alter from the system dating ours

You fell asleep talking to me

And I don't even know your name...

But after an hour with your laugh...

I know I will never be lonely again

- Eyeless Jack

Sometimes I forget how to smile,
And my nightmares have nightmares for miles.
But there's no monster hiding under my bed,
Or shadows creeping with whispers of dread.
It’s just me… just me… I’m all alone,
In a world where no one’s ever shown.
No one’s ever close enough to care,
No one to love me, no one to share.

I lose myself in the quiet and deep,
Where the shadows of my thoughts silently creep.
There’s no hand to hold, no voice to call,
Just me in this empty, endless hall.
I’m stuck in a place where no one will stay,
No friends, no love, no warmth in the gray.
And I can’t escape, I can’t break free,
No one will ever be here for me.

The days drag on, and the nights are long,
I search for something, but all feels wrong.
I close my eyes, but I can’t find rest,
Just echoes of pain I can’t suppress.
There’s no one to save me from this hell,
No one to notice when I start to fall.
I’m just a shadow, fading in time,
A lonely soul, trapped in rhyme.

I watch the world move, but I’m standing still,
My heart’s aching, my soul’s been killed.
There’s no warmth, no comfort to seek,
Just silence that drowns every word I speak.
No family to call, no friend to trust,
Just the hollow of love that turns to dust.
I linger in shadows, forgotten, unseen,
A fading dream in a world too mean.

I try to reach out, but my hands fall short,
There’s no one to answer, no one to support.
I whisper my secrets into the void,
But the silence answers, it’s all destroyed.
No one’s close enough to feel my pain,
No one to help me break these chains.
And still, I love you from afar,
A love you’ll never see, just a distant star.

I carry this weight that no one can see,
A burden so heavy, it’s crushing me.
There’s no safety, no shelter from the cold,
Just empty arms that I can’t hold.
I wish for someone to care for me,
But I’m invisible, lost at sea.
I try to reach, but I can’t break through,
Still, I like you, though you’ll never feel it too.

I sit in the silence, drowning in tears,
A face full of sorrow, haunted by fears.
There’s no love to catch me when I fall,
No one to answer when I make the call.
It’s just me, just me, lost in the deep,
A soul too tired to even weep.
But I keep hoping, though I know it’s a lie,
That you might see me, even if I die.

And here I am, broken and cold,
Living a story that’s never been told.
No family, no friends, no love to know,
Just the darkness that follows wherever I go.
But I keep liking you, though it’s all in vain,
A dream of affection, an endless pain.
For even though I’m alone, I still choose to be,
Loving you quietly, knowing you’ll never love me.

- Andrew

Happiness is a fleeting spark,  
A moment bright, then lost in dark.  
A fleeting breath, a laugh that fades,  
Like sunshine swallowed by the shades.  
Perfection, too, is just a mask,  
A hollow shell, a lifeless task.  
It shatters when you try to hold,  
A brittle lie, a truth untold.  

Sorting souls into their boxes,  
Like they're just names, like they're just oxes.  
But we’re not numbers, we’re not lines,  
We’re tangled hearts, we're twisted minds.  
Take your head out of the dirt,  
Stop pretending, stop the hurt.  
Breathe the air that's thick with rain,  
Feel the ache, the endless strain.  

So many people, faces blurred,  
Crowded streets, but none are heard.  
We pass each other like empty ghosts,  
Staring straight ahead, afraid to coast.  
None of them care, none of them see,  
The aching, burning parts of me.  
We’re all just drifting, lost, alone,  
Trying to find a place to call home.  

Hate yourself if it’s what you do,  
I do it too, it’s all I knew.  
A constant ache beneath my skin,  
The fight inside I can’t begin.  
Cry, scream, let it all out,  
Feel the rage, feel the doubt.  
Die in silence, die again,  
But rise and start this fight, my friend.  

The world will end, and so will you,  
But there’s no choice but to push through.  
Lose your friends, lose your place,  
Watch your dreams turn into waste.  
But maybe that's the only way,  
To break free from this endless gray.  
We’re all just waiting for a sign,  
To make sense of this twisted climb.

And here I am, broken and cold,
Living a story that’s never been told.
No family, no friends, no love to know,
Just the darkness that follows wherever I go.
But I keep liking you, though it’s all in vain,
A dream of affection, an endless pain.
For even though I’m alone, I still choose to be,
Loving you quietly, knowing you’ll never love me.
- Andrew

I sit in the silence, drowning in tears,
A face full of sorrow, haunted by fears.
There’s no love to catch me when I fall,
No one to answer when I make the call.
It’s just me, just me, lost in the deep,
A soul too tired to even weep.
But I keep hoping, though I know it’s a lie,
That you might see me, even if I die.
- Andrew

I carry this weight that no one can see,
A burden so heavy, it’s crushing me.
There’s no safety, no shelter from the cold,
Just empty arms that I can’t hold.
I wish for someone to care for me,
But I’m invisible, lost at sea.
I try to reach, but I can’t break through,
Still, I like you, though you’ll never feel it too.

- Andrew

I try to reach out, but my hands fall short,
There’s no one to answer, no one to support.
I whisper my secrets into the void,
But the silence answers, it’s all destroyed.
No one’s close enough to feel my pain,
No one to help me break these chains.
And still, I love you from afar,
A love you’ll never see, just a distant star.

- Andrew

I watch the world move, but I’m standing still,
My heart’s aching, my soul’s been killed.
There’s no warmth, no comfort to seek,
Just silence that drowns every word I speak.
No family to call, no friend to trust,
Just the hollow of love that turns to dust.
I linger in shadows, forgotten, unseen,
A fading dream in a world too mean.

The days drag on, and the nights are long,
I search for something, but all feels wrong.
I close my eyes, but I can’t find rest,
Just echoes of pain I can’t suppress.
There’s no one to save me from this hell,
No one to notice when I start to fall.
I’m just a shadow, fading in time,
A lonely soul, trapped in rhyme.

- Andrew

I lose myself in the quiet and deep,
Where the shadows of my thoughts silently creep.
There’s no hand to hold, no voice to call,
Just me in this empty, endless hall.
I’m stuck in a place where no one will stay,
No friends, no love, no warmth in the gray.
And I can’t escape, I can’t break free,
No one will ever be here for me.

- Andrew

Sometimes I forget how to smile,
And my nightmares have nightmares for miles.
But there's no monster hiding under my bed,
Or shadows creeping with whispers of dread.
It’s just me… just me… I’m all alone,
In a world where no one’s ever shown.
No one’s ever close enough to care,
No one to love me, no one to share.

- Andrew

Why fear the dark
when you can become its night?
Take up your blade—
let your truth shine in its gleam.

Wear each scar
as a medal of your strength,
and let the echoes of doubt
fade into the silence.

Close your eyes, breathe deep—
in the dewy hush of morning,
feel the wild freedom of unbound hair,
a quiet rebellion against every label.

Boy, girl, or the soul in between—
your body is a canvas
of resilience and luminous truth,
an artful ode to who you truly are.

- Harley (He/They)

There’s a running joke they tell,
That I dwell within the walls, unseen,
Only to emerge when needed most,
Then vanish once again, serene.

A whisper in the rafters high,
A ghostly step upon the floor,
They sense me there, yet never see
The watchful eyes behind the door.

As a protector, I’ve learned my role:
To stay in shadows, silent, still,
To appear when the time is right,
And fade again, with quiet will.

My hands have caught the falling glass,
My arms have stilled the reckless tide,
A shield between them and the dark,
A warden walking just beside.

No thanks is needed, none is sought,
For duty binds me, strong as steel,
To guard, to guide, to stand, to watch,
To bear the wounds they’ll never feel.

I hear their laughter through the halls,
I know the steps of every child,
Their world so bright, so full of trust,
Untouched by shadows fierce and wild.

And when the night is thick with threats,
And fear runs cold along the air,
I stand, a sentinel unseen,
Their safety held within my care.

For this is what I’ve sworn to be—
A ghost of flesh, a silent vow,
The hand that pulls them from the fire,
Yet never asks for thanks or bow.

So let them tell their jokes and tales,
Their phantom warden in the night,
For I am here, and I endure,
The unseen shield, their hidden light.

I choose to sit alone,
As to cry less than ever before,
No knocks upon my door.
My heart is sealed away,
Behind a lock, a heavy chore.

No one will ever hold the key,
And set my heart free.
Never again will love take hold,
Only to shatter me in pieces, cold.

Too young to be this broken
But too old to still have hope
Years since we'd last spoken
Your leaving knotted the rope

Tie it to a tree and throw me off
Take me from love's harsh costs
Bury me in an unmarked grave
Leave me to rot so I will never

Be hurt again... Hurt again....
I'm too scared to get hurt again
Love again... Never again.....
I cannot try again... Dont want
To cry again... Die again...

Never again... Not again....
Leave me in my pain...
The poison's reaching my
Brain... and I am helpless

- Myles

Bruise on my eye

Black and blue

Hit it on a chair

Talking to you

Cards scattered

All on the floor

Nine teenagers

Playing a game

Of which no one

Even knows the

Name. The girl

Sitting next to

Me was simply

There chattering

Aimlessly with

No point in mind

And all I can do is

Rub my bruised eye

I claim that God left me

But I was the one who left

I walked away and chose

Some pagan gods of whom

I will pray because I broke

The laws and I made the sins

And I never want to be in a

Room with him... So God

Can walk away... I don't want

Him now... Being called a ******

By Christians is enough to make

A poor kid cry and walk in shame

So tell me I'm going to Hell...

Because that's where I would

Rather be.

Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday

Rinse, Repeat, live those days again, a different week...

Going into a different month... Up until a new year

Saturday... My birthday... One year older...

Just another month of school

For a junior with a C in history

And in AP English Lit

I thought I was smart

But my A's and B's

Are marred by 2 C's

And my perfection is

Now farther behind

Happy birthday to you

You're now seventeen

New rules... New curfew

Same hair... Same clothes...

Same stuck in the closet

Stupid and pathetic

Scared of everything

Lazy and insignificant

Me.

My little brother...

My biggest fear...

My biggest weakness...

The kid I used to hold...

Whose head I used to kiss...

I tried so hard to protect him

Didn't want him to ever change

But he was born different and

How I saw him and how he was

Were never quite the same...

He's left bruises and left scars

Upon my skin and in my heart

As I watched the sickness in his

Brain tear the sweet kid I knew

Apart... His meds they supposedly

Help but he's always going to be

The boy who he was on the inside...

He's strong and he is tall... I am weak

And too small... So I will hide away

From him to keep my life and my

Sanity... til my fears can set me free

Hello, my love...

Do you still remember my name?

I'm sitting right where you left me...

A fake smile plastered upon my face

You said you'd be right back but...

It's been a few years... The kids are getting

Older and have countless hopes and fears

They're trying to make friends and I guess

I am too but even among all my peers I am

Still finding myself missing you... Nothing is

The same here now that you've gone away

Mist and Cloud don't remember you now

But the kids and I will still sit and wait...

For yet another winter's rainy day

- Rain

Great

An assembly about pills

Schools like mine really know

Just how to trigger countless kids

I do not wish to learn how many people

Die every year overdosing on things that

Might as well have been designed to ****.

No way to opt out or say you can't go just

Because it's triggering in ways that don't show

I don't want to see another mom crying about

Her son who is lost I just want to close my eyes

And cover my ears and wait until they are all gone

Fentanyl... painkilling drugs that can now have such

A morbid and unforeseen cost but look look look!

How many people have been lost? Dead and gone?!

- Cas

Since when did explaining my disorders

Come as easily to me as discussing sexuality?

When did the other names and genders become a

Part of my everyday identity when my friends see me?

When did I get so comfortable with the unknown?

The unusual? The unspoken? Am I considered broken?

Since when did the smile on my face stop being fake?

I love you... Love you... My heart is yours to break

You made me this way. So comfortable and confident

At last. I do not lump myself in with fake people or feel

Like I am losing my mind dissociating in class...

Thank you for holding me and taking my hand

For being my mate, my lover, my man :>

- Cas

I don't understand... I talk about my past and

They all say: I want to **** that old man

He's already dead and gone... Tell me...

What did he ever do that was so wrong?

Gave me a home... A place to stay...

Customers with which to spend my day

Not every guy can say he started making

Money at just ten... ****, I was so young...

Back then... That old man he was like a dad

So why's everyone getting so mad?

I just kept em all company as they...

Called me sweet names and a nice lil

Pay check at the end of the day

So maybe to you it was so wrong

But isn't it my fault fo agreeing?

For following along?

If... you need to hate somebody

Regarding this mess

Then just hate me cuz...

I hate myself

- "Flower"

Every little thing I do is unnecessary
I stick to the details and read the fine
Print. Publish. Send it away.
My words fly through the sky to you and yours
For better or worse I need professional
Help but how? Who? What kind?
Not a doctor, not a nurse, not a therapist
They'll just try to make me believe
Some **** that isn't even true
Brainwashing me til my mind is through
Convince me there never was a me and you
Are you turning over in your grave now, old man?
Can you hear what I'm saying, old man?
Do you feel guilty now? Now that you're gone?
Buried under the ground? Leaving me alone...
No one but those foul customers around
I grew up like this... You raised me like this
Made me like this... You're the one I miss
But everyone says you were in the wrong
It wasn't okay but how? I don't understand...
So confused on this topic even now...
Holy cow... You're gone... What do I do now?
Who wants me around now? Did I....Did I...
Did I make you proud? Staying like this even
When you're not around...Thrown to the ground
As they take what they want from me...
I am how you taught me to be...

- "Flower"

Sometimes I sit and wonder
If maybe everything is pointless
I ponder it now my head in my hands
If this world was designed to disappoint us.
All these nice bands that soon burn out
Little children you thought would be cute
But all they ever seem to do is pout
You date, you love, you celebrate
You break up, you cry, you hate, you mourn
And all the while.. All the while they all look at
You with that same old look full of nothing but scorn
You could die and they wouldn't even care
Not until you're in the grave and the mortician fixes
Your hair... But they're there for you now....
There for you now... But why would you care..?
Six feet under dead and gone so who...
Who ******* cares that they're even there?

- "Flower"

5:30 AM, so early, yet I lie,  
Thoughts of you swirling, I can't deny.  
Wishing for you, longing in the quiet,  
In the stillness, my heart can't keep silent.  

Waiting for you, in the dark of night,  
Until the first rays of morning's light.  
And as the sun rises, so does my view,  
In that moment, it's only you I choose.

Beneath the stars, the world is calm and still,
A quiet breath that whispers through the night.
The moonlight casts a glow on every hill,
As dreams take flight beneath its silver light.

The winds, they speak in soft and gentle tones,
And dance with leaves that flutter through the air.
In sleep’s embrace, the weary heart atones,
To rest in peace, free from all earthly care.

The dawn will rise, but now the night is here,
A time for dreams to whisper soft and low.
With every breath, the dark is drawing near,
And all is calm, as stars begin to glow.

So close your eyes and let the world drift by,
For dreams are waiting where the shadows lie.

Hush now, my dear, and close your eyes,
The moon is drifting through the skies.
The stars are singing soft and sweet,
A lullaby where dreams will meet.

The ocean hums a gentle song,
Its waves will carry you along.
The silver fish, with tails aglow,
Swim through the night, where soft winds blow.

The clouds are pillows in the sky,
They’ll catch your dreams as they float by.
The winds will rock the trees to sleep,
And whisper secrets soft and deep.

The fireflies blink their tiny lights,
Guiding you through peaceful nights.
The world is calm, the world is still,
With every breeze, your heart grows chill.

Rest now, my love, the night is near,
The stars will hold you close and dear.
With every breath, the world turns slow,
As dreams of magic gently flow.

In fields of lavender, soft and wide,
Where sleepy rivers softly glide,
The moon will guide you through the dark,
And leave a kiss upon your heart.

Hush now, my dear, the night is long,
The stars will carry you along.
In the quiet arms of night’s embrace,
Sleep until the morning’s grace.

- Sun

In a land where shadows dance with light,
And moonbeams paint the edge of night,
A traveler, soft as a whisper’s sound,
Walks the quiet paths where dreams are found.

His slippers, stitched from clouds so white,
Carry him through the velvet night.
A coat of stars, a cloak of sky,
He moves unseen, as time drifts by.

The trees, with leaves of silvered glow,
Sway to the winds that softly blow.
They hum a song, a secret tune,
That echoes under the sleepy moon.

Through meadows brushed in misty gray,
Where fireflies weave in soft ballet,
He treads the earth with gentle grace,
As magic stirs in every place.

The mountains rise, their peaks in dreams,
Bathed in the glow of moonlit beams.
The rivers hum with stories old,
Of adventures whispered, never told.

In fields of lavender, soft and wide,
He follows the moon with steady stride.
The flowers close their petals tight,
Preparing to rest within the night.

The owl’s soft hoot, the bat’s quick flight,
Guide him through the quiet light.
Above, the stars begin to weave,
A tapestry of dreams to believe.

Through valleys deep, where shadows creep,
He finds his way, though paths are steep.
Each step he takes, the night grows bright,
With every star that kisses the night.

And when the first light of dawn appears,
He feels the pull of distant years—
A soft tug from the waking world,
A place where dreams are gently swirled.

He finds his bed, so warm and deep,
Where soft winds sing him into sleep.
His eyes, like pools of endless sky,
Begin to close, as night says goodbye.

For in the quiet, soft and slow,
The dreams begin to softly flow.
Like rivers running, pure and true,
They take him to places known by few.

And in his heart, a story grows,
Of every dream that night bestows.
For in the world, so calm, so wide,
Every dreamer finds peace inside.

In the cradle of the darkened sky,
Where stars are born, and shadows fly,
The traveler rests, his journey done,
Until the next dream’s rising sun.