Journey to Nowhere
Echoes of a wandering soul
Poem
Echoes of a wandering soul
In the serene glow of a planet washed in pristine white,
frost and moonlight waltz in a delicate duet,
adorning the landscape with a silver sheen.
Winter’s relentless sleet compels wayward boulders to stoop
beneath a looming cloud of grey,
stirring the night to life.
This planetary tale unfolds like an unspoken narrative,
each night a chapter painted with the ink of yesterdays.
Within this ethereal story, fantasy and illusion intertwine
with the quiet sigh of desire,
a creation born from a myriad of arrows
tracing back through time.
Words, uttered and transient,
hang suspended in the stillness of sunrise,
as though the winds of time themselves stand in awe,
allowing strands of cherished memories
to gently unfurl.
On a path leading to nowhere,
this wandering soul occasionally stumbles
upon moments of profound significance,
finding solace amid the echoes of a song.
Shielded from the sting of parting,
yesterdays become steadfast companions,
walking side by side.
The innocence of days gone by
stirs a tempest,
veiling pain with a soft, hazy blur.
Voices encircle the insomniac moon,
their resonance lingering briefly
before slipping into the tranquil embrace of silence.
As sleep beckons, fragrant bliss fills the air,
and in that quiet surrender,
dreams and reality
converge harmoniously.