One Last Adventure

The map lies open, edges torn,

A trail of memories, weather-worn.

The compass points where dreams still gleam,

Toward valleys carved from childhood’s stream.

We’ve walked through summers, burned by gold,

And winters where the night felt cold.

Our footprints linger, faint but true,

Across horizons stitched in blue.

The road ahead is veiled in mist,

A final chapter, hard to resist.

Not bound by clocks, nor tethered years,

But carried forth through hope and tears.

Perhaps the mountains call my name,

Perhaps the sea still plays its game.

The stars are lanterns, guiding near,

Each one a whisper I still hear.

One last adventure, heart in hand,

Not fearing loss, but where I’ll land.

If dawn should rise and I’m not there,

Know I have journeyed light as air.

For every ending hides a door,

A voyage waits beyond the shore.

And though you’ll cry when skies grow dim,

I’ll find my path, and walk with Him.

So pack no bags, bring only love,

The rest awaits in skies above.

This is not farewell, just one more flight—

One last adventure into light.