Lost and Found
In whispered dawns and shadowed eves, I trace the lines my spirit weaves. Through tangled paths, I wander deep, Awake in dreams, though half-asleep. A mirror holds what words can't say, A glimpse of me in light’s soft sway. In quiet thoughts, I learn to see, The pieces lost, now part of me. I search, I fall, I rise, I roam, Until at last, I’m l eading home.