Loss is where words cannot say,  
What’s missing, fading, slipping away.  
A space where silence fills the air,  
And the energy once felt isn’t there.  

You miss the warmth, the light, the spark,  
The kind of presence that left its mark.  
Now you search, but can’t replace,  
The depth of what you long to face.

Dreams show the path you long to take,
A way to walk, a choice to make.
They light the road when hope feels dim,
Guiding your heart with every whim.

In their whispers, you start to see,
The world you wish is meant to be.
Dreams lead you where your heart is drawn,
A guiding star, from dusk to dawn.