Prelude at Dawn

Who does not dream of a true friendship, or love?
Of bonds that endure, like stars up above?
Those who arrive, yet soon slip away,
Leaving us longing, as night turns to day.

These verses you read, so tender and bright,
Portray joy and sorrow, both dark and light.
With tears that may fall, or moments so sweet,
A dance of emotions, both bitter and neat.

In these poems, what truth will unfold?
Only the future, in whispers, will hold.