The Eternal Wanderer

Beneath the sky so vast and wide,

A lone soul walks with time as guide.

The road is long, the path unknown,

Yet forward still, his feet have flown.

The wind it whispers, soft and deep,

Secrets the stars have sworn to keep.

It hums a tune both old and new,

A song of those who wandered too.

Through forests dark, through meadows bright,

Through morning’s gold and velvet night,

He treads where rivers kiss the land,

Where mountains rise, where oceans stand.

The trees bow low to greet his pace,

Their leaves caress his weathered face.

The flowers bloom, then fade away,

As seasons dance in grand ballet.

Yet never once does he remain,

A heart too wild to wear a chain.

No home he claims, no roots he lays,

He moves with time, he moves with days.

He’s seen the world in hues untold,

In summer’s fire, in winter’s cold.

He’s watched the storm embrace the sea,

And felt the hush of destiny.

The cities call with lights so bright,

With voices loud and hearts alight.

Yet still, he walks, unseen, alone,

A fleeting ghost through towers of stone.

He’s met the wise, he’s met the lost,

He’s shared their dreams, he’s paid their cost.

He’s held the hands of kings and slaves,

And walked with both to unknown graves.

He’s laughed with love, he’s wept with grief,

He’s touched the truth, he’s clutched belief.

And yet no place, no arms so warm,

Can keep him still, can keep him home.

For some are born to stand and stay,

To build their lives from brick and clay.

But some must walk and never cease,

To chase the whispers on the breeze.

The sun may set, the stars may rise,

The years may pass before his eyes.

Yet onward still his heart will yearn,

For lands unseen, for worlds unturned.

And when at last his feet grow slow,

His breath is weak, his steps are low,

He'll find a hill where sky meets land,

And rest at last, with dust in hand.

But even then, the winds will sigh,

And call his name across the sky.

And through the echoes, faint but true,

The wanderer will rise anew.