That which was unspoken has found its way to the universe, The wind carries the word, the broken trying to gather. The waves wash the shore over and over again, If a moment there was, it was fleeting and now lost.
As the nature dances in its might, the air whispers a tale. The clouds that gather are fast flowing, The sunlight teases the land of the free, They are still close to my heart, In wordlessness, I find the most beautiful thought.
My reckless soul has found its way to the sea, Endless is what it seems, in its waters I still try to search for new territories. I bundle hope, my eyes tirelessly navigate, I try to see reason where there is none.
Of those who never found their shore, Their poems still linger. In its soundlessness, my body shivers. Death is a friend who has his way with life, I will be eternal but the last words will never see light.
The horizon offers me the infinite, I dissolve slowly in its charm and give myself to what it seems to have become. I wake up to a dream, The words are finally here. No one to speak to, no one to hear.
And still I go on walking, For I still don’t see an end. And I will keep on walking, For there is a lifetime still and million words to comprehend.