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.