Close of day, where shadows lengthen
uncertainty whispers, "Come what may."
A path unwinds, a journey's starting
which way forward, what holds sway.
The wind howls, a mournful sigh,
doubts creep in, fears draw nigh.
Yet still we step, into that unknown
trusting somehow, it will all be alright.
In the uncertainty, a glimmer shines,
a chance to find a heart that's real.
At close of day, where shadows lengthen
the heart’s a compass, the mind’s a tide.
With every wave of doubt, a pull, a sway,
anchor in hope, not drift away.
Fog wraps around, a shroud of despair,
but beneath its cloak lies strength to dare.
Through jagged paths of worry we all tread,
each step a testament to the brave unsaid.
The future remains but a canvas,
dreams take flight in the heart’s quiet corners.
