In the realm where dreams reside,
Where stars embrace the eventide,
A tapestry of words unfurls,
A poem born from cosmic swirls.
In twilight’s dance, a melody’s bloom,
Whispers woven, in a poet’s room,
Each syllable, a sacred thread,
Weaving tales, where souls are fed.
Behold! A world, painted in verse,
Where hearts converse, emotions rehearse,
The sunlit hues and midnight’s ink,
Blend upon the poet’s brink.
Through ancient woods, the poet roams,
Lost in forests, where the wild wind moans,
Seeking truth in nature’s guise,
Underneath the moonlit skies.
The poet’s pen, a magic wand,
Spilling stardust, dreams beyond,
Words cascading, like gentle rain,
Upon a soul’s celestial terrain.
A sonnet’s sigh, a haiku’s grace,
Lyrical prose, a lover’s embrace,
Lines entwined, like lover’s hands,
Unveiling tales from distant lands.
In realms unknown, this poem’s flight,
A symphony in the darkest night,
A bridge between the seen and unseen,
A portal to worlds unforeseen.
So, let this verse ignite your soul,
And paint your dreams on life’s vast scroll,
For in the tapestry of words we share,
Boundless wonders forever flare.