Time's Unyielding Treads

In the quiet weave of night and day Shadows dance where light begins to fray What is born from nothing's endless sigh A fleeting spark beneath the boundless sky

Why do rivers carve their ancient beds Through stone that yields to time's unyielding treads Does the heart seek truths it cannot hold In chambers deep where silent stories unfold

Questions rise like waves against the shore Crashing wild, then pulling back for more Is the soul a flame that burns alone Or threads of fate in patterns yet unknown We chase the dawn through veils of endless rain Grasping at the edges of the pain

Why do rivers carve their ancient beds Through stone that yields to time's unyielding treads Does the heart seek truths it cannot hold In chambers deep where silent stories unfold

Beneath the arch of stars that never sleep We wander paths where secrets softly creep What binds the dust to form a living breath In cycles turning toward embrace or death The mind unfolds its wings in solemn flight Piercing veils that shroud the core of night

Doubts entwine like roots beneath the earth Seeking water from a hidden worth Is meaning forged in struggle's fervent fire Or whispered gently from a higher spire We stand at edges, peering into deep Where answers stir but never fully leap

Oh, the weight of wonders yet to claim The ache of voids that bear no name Rise up, oh seeker, through the storm's embrace Confront the mirror of your sacred space Truth unfolds in grandeur's mighty call Majestic fall where spirits rise and stall In this grand inquiry, we are free Eternal quest, our symphony

Fading now, the questions softly blend Into the hush where journeys never end A gentle close to what we long to know In quiet grace, the river's patient flow