the drift
Burns cold within this frozen frame.
A heart of time, of frost and brine,
Of currents deep, of paths divine.
I am but ice, afloat, adrift,
A fleeting shard of time.
The ocean calls with gentle voice,
Its hymn both vast, sublime.
My crown may gleam in daylight’s gaze,
But shadows tell of deeper ways.
Beneath the blue, my essence grows,
A silent pulse the ocean knows.
Each sunbeam kisses softly here,
Yet takes a piece away.
A march towards the waiting whole,
Where night meets breaking day.
What storms I’ve faced, what seas I’ve seen,
What truths lie locked in icy sheen?
No anchor holds, no tether binds,
The current shapes my endless lines.
Through depths unknown, through whispers cold,
I journey on, both brave and bold.
Yet still I drift, a ghostly might,
My soul aglow in polar night.
When warmth shall claim my crystal core,
And waters sing my form no more,
My soul will rise, untethered, free—
A whisper lost in eternity.
A single tear will trace the breeze,
Then join the grand design with ease.
Which part of this journey mirrors your own?
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