Dawn in the Ruins

Morning light through fractured stone, golden beams on walls overgrown. I walk these

halls with careful steps where yesterday and sunrise met. A broken arch

reveals the sky where ivy parts and birds fly by. The stones still

hum with whispered prayers left by ghosts who once lingered there.

And at dawn in the ruins hope finds a way to bloom. Every shadow turns

to light, every memory finds a room in these fractured places,

new dreams begin to rise. Dawn in the ruins opening my eyes.

Petals growing through the cracks, soft reminders no love ever lacks. The echoes fade