In the twilight of my thoughts, where the shadows of dreams dance

In the twilight of my thoughts, where the shadows of dreams dance, I wander through the landscape of poetry, lost among the echoes of unwritten verses, A wanderer in the realms of words, searching for hidden meanings. I was never a poet, just a dreamer, Lost in the waves of thoughts, without anchors of reason. My thoughts were never crafted into perfect stanzas, Nor did my feelings take shape in eloquent lines. I never mastered the art of rhythm or rhyme, Nor found solace in the meter of a verse, Words always slipped through my fingers, Like grains of sand in the wind of time. Each attempt, a half-formed thought, A formless whisper, lost in the silence of night. In the vastness of the unknown, I wander, Searching for magic in melancholy, poetry in paradox. Here, the moon weaves tales of ancient sorrows, Of souls adrift in the ocean of time, Seeking the shores of unspoken truths, Where every wave is a metaphor, And every breeze, a sigh of forgotten memories. In the solitude of my dreams, I find solace, In the dance of shadows and light, Where magic and melancholy meet, And truth hides in the heart of the illogical. Let us then, be carried by this flow, Embrace the beauty of our flawed perceptions, And in the dance of shadows and light, Find magic in melancholy, Poetry in paradox, And truth in the heart of the illogical.