vale tundra
Solace blossomed within,
Along the trodden trail of withered dreams,
Cradled by the sounds of the Soul,
When the lanterns softly glow.
Beneath the stars, the moon and the sky,
I tell a tale of gloom, and behold—
The velvet hush of hope in bloom,
As eternal darkness melts to dawn.
I hum the Song of the Soul,
Sailing through the notes of life,
Sprinting to hold the horizon, I burn,
Embers singe my barefoot flight.
Defeat —
not in this life, not again,
Rumbling to the sky, I ran
On until the bloom of truth unfurled,
“You are enough” — and the sky gleamed.
dry night
lusty vessel
timid saddle