Let me trace your contours, wild and whispering.
Beyond the clouds, I long for the embrace of earth.
Silken paths lead me—your calls, your stories woven.
The direction of a drop descending... not aimless, not solitary.
It's the call of valleys, the murmur of ocean depths,
the vital magnetism of kindred spirits.
Find me in the spaces, in symphonies of silence,
dancing through the fevered embrace of an ancient breeze.
My journey seldom speaks of endings, but unfurls pathways:
Touching unseen dreams, colliding unknowns.
Etched not history, but love etched my path.