Silent River*
The river flows in whispers,
Past the stones that knew my name,
Carrying fragments of old songs,
And memories that will never stay the same.
Beneath the moon’s soft silver gaze,
I wander through the corridors of night,
Where shadows speak in gentle haze,
And hearts converse beyond the sight.
Time bends, yet refuses to break,
Moments linger in the silent air,
Every choice, every small mistake,
Becomes a star in the cosmic glare.
So let me drift with the river’s hymn,
Between the worlds of dream and awake,
Where life is fleeting, edges dim,
And every breath a vow I take.
