In the midnight's heart, along the shadowed path, I lose myself in dreams

In the midnight's heart, along the shadowed path, I lose myself in dreams, A river of thoughts flows, carrying me through the abyss's seams. With every ripple, I draw near to the hidden truth's embrace, In cosmic silence, my unfathomable soul I trace. Under a sky full of stars, I dance with shadows of the past, Each step an incantation, an echo of beginnings vast. In the whispers of the wind, I hear eternity's call, An ancient song binding my heart to the night's endless thrall. I wear my solitude like a cloak of dimming dusk, In my quest for meaning, I remain an undefeated husk. For in the chaos of existence, only stars are my guides, Through the labyrinth of questions, they unveil new tides. Rituals repeat, magic words entwine, A thread of light guiding my steps in whispers divine. I am but a traveler through the invisible universe's veil, A seeking soul in a cosmos that cannot fail. Through the fields of silence, I seek my lost essence, In cosmic melancholy, a mute light finds presence. With every verse, I rise closer to the sky, For in poetry, I find answers, in echoes that never die. I am the madman seeking greatness beyond mere chance, A dreamer leaving his soul on sands, like a fire's dance. What is man without the madness that makes him dream? Just a healthy being, a body delaying death's scheme. Through words, I create a world, a universe arcane, A place where solitude becomes an angelic refrain. An endless search in existence's chaos, A connection with the unseen, beyond the facade's ethos. Through the flow of consciousness, I lose and find my way, In poetry's rhythm, with infinity I sway. And thus, in the night's silence, I become immortal lore, A soul that dreams, a seeker of dawn's encore.