a river fortress

It was soundproof,
a fortress of freedom

Racing through the winds,
with the fierce surge
of conviction’s spirit,

Seizing each moment,
an eagle soaring in the boundless sky,
cutting through the vastness

Tuned to the heartbeat of nature,
as the whispers of the night
claim the stage,

Unveiling the hidden scent
of mist-shrouded secrets

No trace left behind
for the prey to follow,
only the ascended
can uncover the path

As above, so below,
enchantment lingers,
like the unspoken mystery
in your eyes,

Leaving me breathless,
wondering at the line
between what is
and what is not

I’ll meet you
on the other side
where the silence speaks–

Published by Sherley Delia