Take my hand,
Let’s wander through the twilight,
And see where we awaken when the sun kisses the horizon.
Our dreams, once carefully mapped, now fall like whispers,
For Cupid has reclaimed his wayward arrow.

Let us drown in our sorrows,
Intoxicated by the bitter sweetness of our tears,
Seeking solace in the depths of our despair.
Divine, unravel the enigma, the cosmic reason—
We search for meaning in the stars' scattered light.

Yet, are we not all celestial wanderers,
Lost among the vast, uncharted expanse?
In our quest to illuminate the darkness,
We flicker, yearning to be seen, to be known.

We reach out with fragile hopes,
As the universe spins its indifferent tale,
And through our luminous struggles,
Perhaps, we become the light that guides the lost,
Bringing warmth to the cold, cosmic night.

So take my hand,
In this uncertain journey,
Where plans dissolve and the heart finds its rhythm,
In the symphony of the wandering stars.

© poembyselly