The Whispering Shadows

Beneath the veil of silent skies,

A world within begins to rise.

Thoughts, like whispers, soft and frail,

Unfurl their wings, a fleeting tale.

They drift like leaves in autumn's breeze,

A symphony of hopes and pleas.

Some burn like stars, so fierce, so bright,

While others fade into the night.

A labyrinth of dreams and fears,

Where laughter melts to hidden tears.

Each corner turned, a new disguise,

A shadowed truth, a mirrored lie.

Oh, restless thoughts, you ebb and flow,

A tide that none can fully know.

You build the castles, break the chains,

Yet leave behind the faintest stains.

In daylight's glare, you shrink and hide,

But in the dark, you stretch and glide.

A paradox, both friend and foe,

The seeds of all we reap and sow.

So let them come, and let them go,

These whispers soft, this endless show.

For in their dance, we find our way,

Through night’s embrace to break of day.