#NapoWrimo2025
#ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour
#Day20
Silent,
The peaks stand aloft,
a million stories buried,
or washed away into
faraway shores to rise
again. A million footsteps
echo, silencing
the clawing cold, the storms,
embracing the unknown.
Alone, distant, closed in
by the dark, kissed first
by the morning light –
loved and feared – a god,
or perhaps a goddess.
Ancient and alive
before time was measured,
before the oceans grew.
They shall live forever,
silent as ever,
when the hearts cease to beat.
Image : Guillaume Briard (Unsplash)
