Journey of Silent Magic

I heard the wind’s soft murmur in my chest,

A call beyond the edge of waking thought—

It pulled me toward a place I once suppressed,

Where time and wonder tangle, overwrought.

The world beneath my feet began to sway,

As if it knew the path I dared not see.

Each shadow moved in rhythm with the day,

A silent dance of what could never be.

But then—a spark, a shift within the air,

And suddenly the darkness bloomed with light.

In every breath, a whispered, quiet prayer,

The stars aligned, and all the wrongs felt right.

I stood between the echoes and the dream,

The magic here was far more than it seemed.

Postscript: This poem unfolds the subtle and surreal realization of inner change, carried by a soft magic that transforms doubt into clarity.