The Unseen Path
Footsteps echo.
Words drift past like autumn leaves.
Once, there was a door here.
Winds whisper forgotten names.
The path folds in on itself, a dream of a dream.
Here lies the silence of countless untold stories.
A map with no lines, only shadows.
In the margins, a single star drawn in blue ink.
scribble, scribble...
...thoughts, misplaced.
a line, a maze, a pause.