Carved Trails: On the Morning of Departure

The seasons circle back twice, the sky dyed with morning glow. In the depths of memory, trails are etched. In the forest of confusion, I looked up at the light of the stars. In your eyes, an unspoken vow swayed. The resonating heartbeat, the crystals of the time we shared. Even when falling, your figure looked up at the sky. The way of humanity, like the wind, is formless, Yet your existence weaves tomorrow. Crossing the deep valley, I reached the surface of the water. What lies beyond the words “It’s okay”? Silence sometimes falls, and resonance sometimes dances. The ripple of the soul reflects the truth. The resonating heartbeat, the crystals of the time we shared. Even with wounded wings, I have the courage to take flight. The way of humanity, like the fog, is unseen, Yet your footprints become a guidepost. There are nights without light and cries without sound. Still, you instilled in me the resolve to touch the soul. You have housed it in this chest. The resonating heartbeat, the crystals of the time we shared. The journey ahead may be a stormy sea. But you have the wisdom to read the wind already. With the flame of that soul, illuminate the darkness. To you, who is departing for a new voyage.