Explore 'Lost in a Dream,' a poetic reflection on memory and stillness. Join HumbleLove as she navigates the tapestry of night and the unspoken blooms of the soul.
I walk where silence holds the key,A labyrinth of fading light,In chambers built of memory,Woven from the tapestry of night.
The waking world is thin and frail,A shadow cast by something true,And through the silver, moonlit veil,I search for where the dream withdrew—
An echo caught upon the breeze.My heart pursues a distant star,A promise held on foreign skies,The map of who we meant to are,An unwritten constellation lies.
I watch the glow on Heart's Horizon break,A future whispered, never sealed,For every vow we did not make,A truth the heavy dusk concealed.
This quiet sorrow is too deep,A velvet ache of stardust cold;The secrets that the dream must keep,Are fragile things, afraid of being told.
I wear the cloth of heartache spun,From threads of silence, fine and dark,Beneath a tired, setting sun,A solitary, fading spark.
And though the words remain untold,Held tight within my sleeping breast,
They bloom like frost in winter's cold,The flowers that the soul possessed.
I wake, but leave a part of me,Still wandering that shore of sleep,Where unspoken blooms wait patiently,For promises I cannot keep.

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