Prologue:
The Realm of Clarity
He emerged from the blinding light,
Into a world of pristine white.
A realm where silence reigned supreme,
A place where clarity redeemed.
The air was crisp, as pure as snow,
A gentle breeze with a soft, cool blow.
Every breath was light and free,
In this world of tranquility.
Mountains stood, their peaks so bright,
Gleaming in the purest light.
In their stillness, they conveyed,
A sense of peace that never strayed.
Streams of crystal, clear and pure,
Flowed with a grace that could allure.
Their waters sang a soothing tune,
A melody beneath the moon.
Trees with branches white as frost,
Whispered of the journeys lost.
In their shade, he felt the glow,
Of understanding, deep and slow.
As he walked through this serene land,
He felt the touch of a gentle hand.
For in this realm of white and light,
He found the end to his long night.
Poem 1:
Whispers of Snow
In the realm of pristine white,
Where clarity shines in the softest light,
The man walked through fields of snow,
A place where all his truths would show.
The air was crisp with winter's breath,
A touch so pure, devoid of death.
Each step he took left prints behind,
Marks of a journey, of a mind.
Mountains rose with peaks so high,
Their whiteness blending with the sky.
In their silence, he could hear,
The whispers of a world so clear.
Streams of crystal, flowing free,
Sang of life's serenity.
Their waters cool against his skin,
A reminder of the peace within.
Trees with branches white as frost,
Whispered of the paths he'd crossed.
Each bough a story, each leaf a note,
In the symphony of a life's remote.
The ground beneath, a carpet soft,
Of powdered snow, a gentle loft.
Each step a journey to the past,
In every flake, a truth amassed.
He knelt beside a tranquil brook,
Its waters clear, a peaceful look.
Reflections of his journey long,
In every ripple, wisdom's song.
The sky above, a canvas wide,
With stars that twinkled, stars that guide.
Each one a beacon, a guiding light,
In the vast expanse, in the night.
Enlightenment wrapped him in its fold,
A blanket of freedom, pure and bold.
It lifted burdens, eased his mind,
Left the shadows far behind.
In the quiet of the night,
He found his soul, he found his light.
Clarity, a soothing balm,
Brought to him a sense of calm.
He walked through the fields of snow,
Feeling light, feeling aglow.
For in this realm of white and pure,
He found the peace that would endure.
Poem 2:
Eternal Light
In the realm where white prevails,
Where silence tells its myriad tales,
The man walked through a tranquil sea,
Of light and snow, serenity.
The air was crisp, as clear as glass,
A pristine world where shadows pass.
Each breath he took was light and free,
In this realm of clarity.
Mountains stood like silent guards,
Their peaks adorned with frozen shards.
In their stillness, he found peace,
A silent song that never ceased.
Streams of crystal, pure and bright,
Flowed with grace in the pale moonlight.
Their waters whispered soft and low,
A soothing hymn beneath the snow.
YOU ARE READING
The Lakes.
PoesiaA journey through grief. Though, it may feel forever. It isn't. There is a meaning to all of this. Enjoy this man's journey through the past, present, and future. He will find his meaning.
