I wander the edge of a dawn yet claimed
The tide whispers secrets, urging me onward, unnamed
Beyond the silver horizon's gleam
Lies the realm I've glimpsed in a dream
Here I stand, toes in the foam
A traveler lost, with no map to home
Time's lanterns flicker in my grasp
Their light stretching beyond my current clasp
I sense the pulse of the unseen vast
Like roots in the earth, eager and steadfast
The air is ripe, like fruit on the vine
Yet the branch sways, murmuring, "Not yet, not this time"
The wind carries the scent of distant rain
Singing of fields beyond the plain
I long to sprint through that open gate
Yet must pause while time learns its fate
Each breath a tether, each sigh a release
A dance between longing and quiet peace
I am the bow, drawn tight with fire
The arrow trembling with pure desire
One day the string will sing its song
And I'll soar to where my heart belongs
Until then, I sharpen my aim
Trusting the target will call my name
Someday will arrive on swift, sure feet
Bringing the melody my pulse will greet
I'll cross from dream to reality's embrace
With hair to the wind, with wings to the race
For destiny awaits where the sky turns gold
And the story I've carried will finally unfold
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