Whisper

Time beats on like a leaf of autumn whisper, drifting down through the valleys, while a gentle breeze awakens the lingering shadows of summer and scatters the scent of sunlight across the horizon, where the eyelids of day have already begun to fall.

I would pause for a moment, take in time and all the vanishing moments, and let my heart rest from desire, from longing, from endless waiting. I would listen to the wind, and perhaps wait for a few drops of rain to wash over me.

Waiting, like fate itself, in a time that is disappearing.

A timid shadow of a being with wings, yet not knowing how to fly. Fears deceive people. Without heart, there is no struggle; and for a heart that is free, wings grow on their own.

There, at the border of worlds, at the threshold where heaven and earth open their gates, a new land is born, a new dawn, a new morning.

A new life, for one more whisper of the wind, for one more blessing...