Like a burning arrow
soaring through the freezing clouds
I turn into silent observer
of a strange world of silver land…
Lone spectator of restless thoughts
conquering a cold winter day’s night…
Quiet introspective of solitude abundant…
Exposed exterior of vulnerable appearance…
Where do my doubts reside?
Is there a purpose to any path
or is it just the perpetual legacy of time
inhabiting our minds?
Where do they reside?
Where do they reside?
As laden shoulders of stories untold
pass by along the river bank…
From my window,
I turn into silent observer
Lone spectator of restless thoughts…
Is there a purpose to any path
or is it just the perpetual legacy of time
inhabiting our minds?
Where do they reside?
Where do they reside?
(Xoanxo 2023)
