The Invisible Path

In the valley of silence
time carves shadows
footsteps etch poems
on the damp earth;
each step ascends as a prayer
vanishing into the nameless horizon.
The wind, a keeper of secrets
whispers to trembling leaves
awaiting answers from the sky.

The sky, a vault of falling stars
gathers scattered prayers
holding them in silent chambers
heard only by ancient roots
where leaves carry longing
to unreachable depths.

We tread the path of night
bearing lanterns lit by
the heart’s embers;
a fragile glow stitching the darkness
while wounds bloom like wildflowers
in barren fields, hiding beauty
beneath their thorns.

Rain, the eraser of traces
fills the earth’s thirsty cracks
carrying the tales of ancient roots
to rivers singing of time;
an eternal hymn to journeys
without end.

In the mirror of the universe
we become shadows
dancing on the walls of destiny.
In that misty reflection, we ask,
is there meaning in our steps
or are we but fleeting echoes
in the river of endless time?