Longing

Beneath a sky of muted hues,
where silent whispers weave,
a deep desire drifts from view,
in realms one can’t perceive.

A golden line divides the world,
between the now and dream,
where shadows merge and hopes unfurl,
in places softly gleamed.

The distant trees with emerald light,
stand tall, serene, and bold,
they guard the edge of endless night,
where secrets yet unfold.

But here, with wistful sigh,
feet on earthen ground,
eyes gaze upon that far-off sky,
where dreams are often found.

Oh, if one could but bridge the gap,
between this world and there,
to chase a dream without a map,
to where the heart lays bare.

For there, beyond the pale divide,
lies all one seeks and more,
in realms where true desires bide,
on a distant, golden shore.