Mira Hart - Journeys - 3 Whispers

Standing at the crossroads, where two rivers meet,

One flows with reason, the other with beat.

In the still of the night, the stars softly glow,

Caught between the currents, where dreams ebb and flow.

In the silence, I hear a distant call,

A song of freedom, as the shadows fall.

Every choice, a step in the dark,

Guided by whispers that leave their mark.

Whispers in the shadows, where dreams reside,

A heart divided, with nowhere to hide.

Caught in the balance, the truth lies deep,

Whispers in the shadows, secrets they keep.

The dawn breaks gently, painting skies anew,

But the night holds mysteries, only a few.

A suit of armor, a palette of hues,

Hiding the battles, the paths we choose.

Can I find a way to blend these worlds?

A dance of shadows, in colors swirled.

Or must I choose, a single path to tread,

Leaving half my heart, forever unsaid?

Whispers in the shadows, guiding me right.