The horizon blurred in muted shades of gray
Its distant line too faint to guide the way
I walked through fog unsure where dreams should stay
Too lost to know what future to obey
Then you approached—a promise in your tone
A patient truth I’d never been shown
Your words drew gentle borders of their own
A new horizon shaped from warmth alone
You traced a path where stillness learned to grow
Where fears grew quiet under morning’s glow
With every breath you softened what I know
And laid a road where weary hearts can go
So guide me where the sky becomes a guide
Where hidden suns regain their place to hide
For in your steps the dullest worlds divide—
And soft horizons rise on either side