Vista of Solitude
Once, there were voices
hushed beneath the breadth of sky,
echoing stories to no one.
hushed beneath the breadth of sky,
echoing stories to no one.
Shadows of what was,
seep into the ground,
unmarked by time's hand.
seep into the ground,
unmarked by time's hand.
The horizon waits,
unchanging, indifferent,
to the tales unsaid.
unchanging, indifferent,
to the tales unsaid.