Alone

“The Portal and the Path”

She walks alone where silence sings, A valley wide with silver wings. The grasses bow, the stars lean near, Yet none can touch her quiet sphere.

Above, a ring of swirling light— A time-worn gate in velvet night. It hums with echoes not yet born, Of love once lost, of selves reborn.

Her steps are soft, but bold and true, Each one a vow to pass on through. No map, no guide, no tethered past— Just wind and will, and dreams that last.

The portal waits, the valley calls, She moves between the rise and fall. A lovely soul, unclaimed by fear, Becomes the myth the world will hear.

Beautiful image 😍