The Sky Path

The Sky Path

I walk this path

above the clouds,

where silence moves

like hidden breath.

The stones hang loose,

the air so thin,

the world below

falls far from me.

The sun waits still,

a burning watch,

a distant call

that pulls me on.

I feel its reach

through drifting mist,

through quiet thoughts

that rise and fall.

I take each step

with fragile hope,

with memories

I cannot shake.

The sky looks torn

yet filled with light,

a place between

what was and is.

My shadow falls

without a sound,

a fading mark

on endless blue.

I walk for peace,

I walk for rest,

for names I keep

deep in my chest.

And on I go

across the stones,

towards the glow

that waits ahead.