Elegy of the Bowing Sky

Beneath a sky melting like an
ancient candle
I ask the unfinished morning
why the fallen leaves descend in silence
never mourning their descent
Do they know that vanishing
is but another name for eternity?

The wind touches my fingers
in quietude
carrying messages from
nameless realms
like whispers only the heart can hear
It opens a chasm within me
where boundaries dissolve into illusion
and all that grows learns its fate
to bow at last without resistance
like twilight surrendering to night
not in defeat
but as the destiny of light itself.

Beyond the window the world rushes by
like a river indifferent to the
stones beneath
while I am trapped in a void
heavier than silence
deeper than the wounds that have grazed the soul
Are we but rootless leaves
borne by winds blind to direction
failing onto unfamiliar ground
becoming part of a larger story
unnamed and unheard?

I gaze toward the horizon
where our footprints are erased
by time's unyielding stride
toward seas that speak in
eternal tongues
and mountains bowing
without hesitation
for they know the laws of existence.

Are we not shadows
walking between light and darkness
seduced by the illusion of direction
when direction is but a
construct of thought?
All we build from dreams and fears
will return to dust
not to disappear
but to join the infinite.

In this dimness I come to see
that life is a circle without a center
and every loss is not an end
but a door to the unseen
to a trace
only a tranquil soul can discover.