Wanderer, wanderer,
along the tides of frozen whispers,
beneath the cavalcade of moons that
drift silently in the ink. The road,
a silver thread woven through dreams,
shimmers in twilight's embrace.
Listen closely between the waves,
for the voices of the untold friends
that sleep beneath the mist,
coaxing the dreams out of restless streets.
Pause, and you may find
the echoes of conversations
scripted by the tides themselves.
Like lines of a forgotten verse
drifting on the current of stars.
Maybe you will meet an old friend,
along this road that never ends,
or perhaps a stranger with stories
written in the languages of solitude
and silence. Take a breath,
and let the shimmering path guide you
to the edge of all that is known
and all that is longed for.
Embrace the luminescent flow,
where every step blooms into
an ocean of possibilities.