In whispers, where desires light, Beneath the crescent’s tender, sighing, A place lies hidden from the common sight, A meadow where only the true hearts go.

The voice, a dream’s soft touch, Entwines with the fierce plea, a flow Of longing, tender in its flight, A chorus from the depths below.

Somewhere I want to know, paths unseen, Heart’s silent yearning, its echo loud, A field of dreams, in moonlight’s sheen, Where desires, like seeds, are sown unbowed.

Passion, a tempest, wild, untamed, A storm of want, fierce and free, A longing deep, unnamed, The eternal child’s plea.

Together, their voices weave a storm Of shadows, light, and dark entwined, A haven where desires form, In heart’s secret, their traces we find.

In this blend, soft yet fierce, A refuge found, a mystical glen, Where yearnings met, hearts pierced, By the song of somewhere we only know, then.

Let us wander into the embracing night, Guided by them, to where dreams flow, To that place of insight, out of sight, Somewhere, somewhere I want to know.