Moonlit Whispers

The moon, a glowing crescent smile

Lends its silvery light to my darkened mile

A path unwinding, like a winding stream

That leads me to the secrets of my dream

The wind whispers secrets in my ear

Of distant lands, and memories so dear

The scent of jasmine, a soft caress

The warmth of life, a path to be played

In the stillness, I hear her voice

A gentle breeze that stirs my choice

To follow the call, to heed the cry

To answer the whispers, and touch the sky

For in the moon's pale light, I see

A reflection of what's meant to be

A glimpse of what could never be

A chance to seize, a chance to be free