The Song of Endless Roads I. The Beginning The morning stirs with golden breath, A hush before the day is born. The earth awakens, soft and slow, Its heart still trembling from the dawn. I step into the waiting silence, Shoes damp with dew, lungs filled with sky. The road before me bends and whispers, “Walk on, child, don’t ask why.” For every path has secrets hidden, Carved in stone and sung by streams, And those who dare to keep on walking Find their footsteps leading into dreams. II. Voices of the Earth The fields are choirs of quiet wonder, Grass blades hum in emerald rows. The trees hold council in their stillness, Guardians of what the spirit knows. Birdsong bursts like sudden laughter, Rising clear where shadows fade. Each feathered voice a note of freedom, Each trill a hymn creation made. The wind becomes my patient teacher, Tracing stories along my skin. It speaks of journeys without ending, Of worlds that live both out and in. III. The Weight ...
The Lanterns of the Soul
At dusk, when shadows stretch the ground,
And silence hums without a sound,
A thousand lanterns start to glow,
Each one a life, a heart we know.
They rise above the fields of night,
They carry warmth, they carry light.
No two the same, yet all aligned,
A map of souls through endless time.
The first is small, a tender flame,
It whispers softly, speaks no name.
It holds the laughter of a child,
The unspoiled heart, the spirit wild.
The second shines with steady grace,
A lover’s hand, a warm embrace.
It flickers not, though winds may shake,
For love endures through all we take.
The third burns fierce, a storm of fire,
It pulses deep with raw desire.
It fuels the dreamer’s restless quest,
The longing heart that knows no rest.
The fourth is dim, yet not undone,
It tells of battles lost, not won.
A scarred and trembling, fragile light,
Yet brave for simply shining bright.
The fifth reflects a sage’s mind,
Its glow is patient, calm, refined.
It does not blaze, it does not fade,
It guides the lost, the meek, afraid.
Each lantern tells a tale untold,
Of fleeting warmth, of courage bold.
Together, weaving heaven’s sky,
A story none can quite deny.
I lift my eyes to watch them soar,
And feel connected evermore.
For every soul, both near and far,
Is bound within the things we are.
The lanterns teach us what we miss:
That pain and joy are much the same bliss.
For sorrow carves where light may grow,
And loss prepares the heart to know.
One lantern drifts where rivers bend,
It carries whispers, “This is not the end.”
Another hovers by the trees,
It hums of roots, of histories.
I see my own among the crowd,
It shines uncertain, shy, yet proud.
It flickers when my doubts appear,
But steadies when a friend is near.
And I am humbled, standing still,
For even weak flames hold a will.
No soul is lost, no spark too small,
The night remembers, keeps them all.
The sky becomes a sea of flame,
Each lantern breathing out a name.
The nameless too are carried high,
Their silence woven with the sky.
And when the dawn begins to rise,
The lanterns fade from human eyes.
But though their glow we cannot see,
They live in hearts, eternally.
For light once born will never die,
It moves from earth to boundless sky.
It changes shape, it shifts its role,
But always shines—the lanterns of the soul.
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