‘Vessel’

 12/07/2025

In whispered woods where shadows blur,

The human form begins to stir-

No longer just skin or stone,

But a vessel where the stories roam.

A face dissolves like morning haze,

Fragments caught in timeless waves,

Echoes spilling, threads untwined,

Through dreamscapes of the restless mind.

Not just flesh, but spirit’s flow,

A myth reborn, a story grows,

In fractured spaces, shifting light,

Where worlds collide and souls ignite.

The figure moves-splits, reshapes-

Between the known and what escapes,

A tale that rides on shifting air,

Held in countless hands everywhere.

Here, identity’s fluid, free,

A blend of past and what will be-

A bridge where time and legends surge,

In folklore’s endless, flowing merge. -A.Phoenix