When the stars called his name in silence And the wind carved his story in stone He walked beyond the edge of maps Seeking not home, but horizon. One offered fire, one offered song One held the key to rest Yet none could walk beside him long For his road was written in solitude. She waits where paths entwine Her eyes hold every farewell She speaks in riddles and echoes But never asks him to stay. Not love, nor peace, nor glory But the thrill of the unknown The ache of the next step And the promise of never arriving. So he walks, and will walk Through cities that forget his name Through hearts that remember too briefly And though the world turns without him He leaves behind stories That only the wind retells.
