ECHOES OF THE ETERNAL HORIZON

This poem is an ode to the eternal human quest for meaning and unity with the cosmos.

Oh, let the timeless sands of fate,

Beneath my feet, reverberate.

A pathway carved through cosmic tide,

To realms where dreams and shadows bide.

The sun bows low, the stars ignite,

An endless tapestry of night.

Through deserts vast and mountains high,

I ride the whispers of the sky.

My spirit bends, yet does not break,

The earth and heavens I forsake.

In search of truths that have no name,

I dance amidst the sacred flame.

Beneath the crimson, burning sea,

A voice calls out, it speaks to me:

"Beyond the veils of space and time,

The songs of ancient worlds still chime."

And as the rhythm stirs my soul,

I feel the fragments become whole.

The past, the now, the yet-to-be,

Converge in one infinity.

Through shifting winds and waves of gold,

A story vast, yet still untold.

I am the seeker, bound yet free,

The echo of eternity.

:: 12.18.2024 ::

Author's Note

An attempt to explore the boundless capacity of human perception