Here I stand, once more adrift,
In lands unknown, across the seas.
This marks the third time I've made the shift -
A wanderer of countries, a seeker of keys.

The storm now seems to have passed,
Yet uncertainty whispers its song.

For weeks of toil have left their cast,
On body, heart, and mind - so strong.

The face in the mirror - I see the lines,
Etched by the journey’s heavy hand.
A weariness that time defines,
Yet I know, like sand, it won’t withstand.

This tiredness, a fleeting guise,
Will fade like dreams at dawn's first light.

An illusion, in this world of ties,
Where truth and shadows dance in flight.

What lingers now is the thrill,
The call of adventure, ever sweet.
A tapestry woven with skill,
Of moments past, where joy and fear meet.

Fulfilment blooms within the soul,
A whisper of purpose, soft and clear.

A dream that makes the spirit whole,
Beyond what words can hope to speak.

So here I stand, a soul at ease,
In lands unknown, across the seas.
With heart aflame and mind at peace,
Embracing life’s eternal breeze.

With love,

💜🙏🏻 Asya

The wanderer from stars ✨️