"Wonder awakens in the spaces where dreams slip through the fingers of reality."
In twilight's grasp a figure glides with grace
Bare branches bow beneath the gentle space
Soft lights entwined in fabric weave a tale
Where whispers of the soul refuse to pale
Chilly currents swirl like thoughts unchained
A dreamlike aura where the heart remained
In winter's calm a magic gently grows
As reality and reverie compose.
