In twilight hours, under the waning moon's gaze,
We search the skies, meandering through life's maze.
The meaning, cloaked in the stars' ancient light,
Whispers softly in the silence of the night.
It's in love's tender clasp, in tears that we weep,
In the dreams that cradle us gently to sleep.
It's in the laughter that dances in the eyes,
In the hellos, the goodbyes, the tries and retries.
Life's meaning, a mosaic of moments, small and grand,
A tapestry woven by an unseen hand.
In every breath, a story, a song of being alive,
A symphony of the now, in which we dive.