“Lost and Wondering” by Peyton Christensen

I go a route I’m unfamiliar with, 

through dense forests with chilly winds.

The trees lean in and murmur, whispering softly, 

yet they are not seen.

The moon is hidden deep behind a haze,

 and the once-bright stars have lost their position.

No connected thread, no map, no guide,

merely the unspoken words’ echoes.

My feet have followed a thousand paths, 

but each one leads back to the same spot—

A dim dream, a spectral beckon, 

a depressing realization that all is gone.

However, something stirs in this emptiness,

A shift takes place, a silent pull.

Even if I’m lost, I’m still here.

And I’ll locate my name in the dark.