The Soul's Eternal Voyage Poem by Alexander Romanov

The Soul's Eternal Voyage

From realms where shadowed spirits dwell,
We drift upon the wormwood gale;
Beside me forms of mystics swell,
My vessel fades—a phantom sail.

Through endless ages do we roam,
Unfettered yet by chains unseen;
Our freedom leads us far from home,
Encircling worlds beyond our keen.

We paint the skies with crimson hues,
Our robes adorned with evening's light;
At dusk, the golden threads unloose,
Unveiling stars that gem the night.

We are the souls in silence laid,
Close by the ones in earth's embrace;
By heaven's manna pierced and made,
Reflections in the endless space.

Alive, we dance on ethereal tides,
In seas of sapphire, pure and deep;
We pass beyond where dream abides,
Into the mysteries we keep.

An endless flight of birds we are,
Rewriting heavens as we soar;
Yet still we seek our guiding star,
The way to home forevermore.

The Soul's Eternal Voyage
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