The Song of Endless Roads

 

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 of Memory
Yet in my chest are stones unlifted,
The weight of names, the pull of years.
Faces hover in the distance,
Softly blurred by rain of tears.

I see my mother’s hands in twilight,
Worn with labor, warm with grace.
I hear my father’s laughter breaking
Through the silence time can’t erase.

And all the friends who passed like seasons,
Their voices linger, faint but true.
Though they are gone, their sparks still wander,
Lighting paths I stumble through.

IV. The Traveler’s Oath
So I vow to keep on moving,
Though the nights grow sharp and cold.
Every mile is a vow remembered,
Every step a story told.

I will not curse the stones that cut me,
Nor fear the storms that blind my way.
For even pain can carve a blessing,
And even loss can teach to stay.

I will gather every sunset’s ember,
And weave it into songs of flame,
So those who follow find the courage
To walk the roads that bear my name.

V. Love’s Footprints
And what of love, that restless wanderer,
Who finds us when we least prepare?
It steps beside us, light yet certain,
And teaches us the art of care.

I’ve known its joy, its searing sorrow,
Its blooming spring, its autumn fall.
It carved my chest into a temple,
It left its echo in each wall.

Though lovers drift like clouds in weather,
Their shadows linger, soft and deep.
They teach the soul to risk its breaking,
To plant a seed it may not keep.

VI. The Sky Above
The stars appear, a thousand lanterns,
Suspended in an endless dome.
They burn with patience, never faltering,
Each one a traveler far from home.

I ask them what it means to wander,
To blaze, to vanish, yet endure.
They answer not with words but shining,
A truth unspoken, vast and pure.

Perhaps we too are stars in motion,
Burning bright for fleeting years,
Leaving trails in hearts of others,
A galaxy made of love and tears.

VII. Arrival, and Beyond
The road does not end in silence;
It folds itself into the sea.
The waves rise up like ancient singers,
Their music spilling endlessly.

I stand before that restless chorus,
Feet raw, but spirit fierce and whole.
The ocean whispers, “There is no ending—
Only the widening of the soul.”

So I cast my burdens on its waters,
Let the tide unchain my name.
For all I am is dust and starlight,
A flicker in creation’s flame.

VIII. The Eternal Return
And when the dawn is born again,
When younger feet take up the song,
They’ll find the road I walked still breathing,
Its voice still calling, soft yet strong.

Perhaps they’ll pause where I once lingered,
And sense the echoes I have sown,
The laughter left, the tears surrendered,
The way I made the path my own.

And so the roads go ever onward,
Winding through the years unspun.
The traveler fades, but not the journey,
The song continues, never done.