Wistful
A shadow falls where dreams once danced,A whispered wish, a fleeting glance.In quiet moments, memories swell,Like tides that rise and secrets tell.
The world spins on, both bright and wild,Yet in the heart, it stays a child,Longing for what can’t be found,Chasing echoes without sound.
The stars above, so far away,Reflect the dreams we used to say.Fingers grasp at fading light,As if to hold what slips from sight.
The heart may ache with what’s not here,A silent song, a distant cheer.For all that's lost, the mind still yearns,In every corner, hope returns.
Yet wistful winds may carry hope,And teach the soul to gently cope.For dreams may fade, but still, they fly—A tender wish against the sky.