The night sky, a weeping scroll,
Drops cryptic crystals on aging earth.
Footprints that began in the swirling ether,
Leading, perhaps nowhere, turning endless circles.
As they converge, an unseen hand guides,
Desperate patterns etched on cosmic fabric,
Linking the forgotten to the realms unexplored.
Velocity, the sweet release from weary gravity,
In an escape transcending thoughts tethered to dusk.
Browse Through Lost Land