In the Shadow of Tomorrow

Beneath the veil of twilight’s song,

Where shadows stretch, both weak and strong,

Tomorrow whispers soft and low,

A place we yearn, yet fear to go.

Its silhouette, a hazy frame,

Promises change yet stays unnamed.

Each step toward its shrouded grace

Holds both a thrill and an empty space.

The skies may blaze with amber light,

Or cloak the world in endless night.

What paths unfold, what storms may break,

Remain unknown with each breath we take.

Yet in this shadow, seeds are sown,

Of dreams unrealized, half-known.

A canvas stretched on future’s loom,

A fragile hope amidst the gloom.

For every question, silent, stark,

There burns a beacon in the dark.

And though the weight of “what ifs” grow,

It’s faith that lets the weary go.

Tomorrow waits, its arms outspread,

A step away, a life ahead.

Within its shadow, we are free—

To paint the future’s mystery.