Unanchored Wanderer
By Olivia Salter
In twilight’s hush, where shadows sway,
A wanderer slips through dusk’s ballet.
Footfalls echo on cobblestones worn,
In the heart of the city, where dreams are born.
Laughter spills like golden wine,
Yet silence wraps around like an endless vine.
A phantom glides through the velvet air—
A soul untethered, seeking somewhere.
Familiar walls, they loom like giants,
Their whispers hush, their presence defiant.
A smile crafted like porcelain fine,
Yet sorrow seeps through, a jagged line.
Among the blooms kissed by moonlight’s glow,
I am the breeze that no one will know.
A weathered leaf, edges frayed and torn,
Yearning for roots in a world reborn.
The stars above shimmer like distant dreams,
Of realms forgotten in the night’s soft seams.
Where hearts entwine, like ivy that clings,
Yet in this stillness, my spirit takes wing.
So I wander through valleys, beneath ancient trees,
In solitude’s echo, cradled by the breeze.
For though I float, a feather in flight,
Somewhere, a harbor awaits out of sight.
A sanctuary beckons, a garden to sow,
Where heartbeats rhythm with the river's flow.
Until that dawn breaks with colors bright,
A traveler lost, entwined with the night.
With every step, the moon casts a spell,
Illuminating secrets too deep to tell.
A flicker of laughter, a moment once shared,
A tether to joy, a bond that I’ve bared.
In this tapestry woven with longing and grace,
I’ll carve out a haven, a welcoming space.
And as I walk on, with hope in my heart,
The wanderer’s path leads to a brand new start.
With dreams like lanterns, lighting the way,
I’ll find my place where the shadows play.
A journey transformed, from lost to found,
A wanderer home, where love knows no bound.
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