Philosophical

for it is written 
on the sacred scrolls 
of heart and mind 
that , love 
never be… 
the forgotten stranger, 
the lonesome echo, 
that quietly tread 
among 
the silent whispers 
of timeless mountains, 
and 
dew dowsed valleys 
that awaits a glorious sun 
as it, rise 
by the salted hands 
of aquamarine tides 
and 
hazy-azure skies 
cascading 
glitters of serenity 
upon the soul 
for eternity 
it shall remain 
defiant 
and refuse 
to cradle 
to the bitterness 
that night may bring…

Silent Whispers