Where the Wind Sings

A new window, open wide—

moonlight spilling like silver secrets,

breezes laced with forgotten lullabies.

She sits, framed by the hush of the world,

fearless yet weightless,

a dreamer caught between sky and earth,

her soul drifting like mist in the night.

A heart full—overflowing, aching—

love woven with longing,

prayers slipping through her fingertips

like dandelion wishes on the wind.

She is many things—

faithful, kind, beautifully unbound.

Sorrows and triumphs shimmer in her gaze,

a story still rising with the stars,

a life still dancing on the edge of dawn.