In a realm where morning dew caresses ancient stones, where wisdom’s breath is sweet,
I tread a path where peace blooms, and divine whispers gently greet.
My spirit, once a wanderer, now stands in fields of golden light,
Yet in the eyes that glance my way, I’m a safe harbor in the night.

Though I’ve sculpted my heart with tender hands and crafted dreams with care,
Why am I but a distant shore, a calm retreat from tempest’s snare?
In life’s vast symphony of stars, I long to be the vibrant tune,
Not merely the familiar chord, but the melody that makes hearts swoon.

Perhaps it’s fate’s unseen threads that weave us into roles we never chose,
I stand, a vessel of tranquility, yearning for the day that truth bestows.
To be seen not as a comfort found when every other dream has fled,
But as the flame that lights the soul’s deep quest, a choice for which hearts are led.