Whispers of the Human Sublime

In the quiet of the morning's embrace, Where whispers of dawn softly trace, I find solace in the gentle hue, Painted by the sun, breaking through. In the tender touch of a lover's hand, A language spoken, neither written nor planned, There lies a universe in a simple caress, A symphony of emotions, a love's finesse. Beneath the canopy of starlit skies, Where dreams take flight, where passion lies, I am but a wanderer, a soul set free, In the vast expanse of eternity. Through laughter and tears, through joy and pain, Life's melody plays on, an unending refrain, Each note a chapter, a tale untold, In the grand tapestry of stories old. So let us dance to the rhythm of life, Amidst the chaos, amidst the strife, For in every moment, in every rhyme, We find the beauty of the human sublime.