Thirteen paths where shadows flee,
Hidden past the hollow tree.
Saw the stars ignite and turn,
Crossed the line with no return.

Claims he’s bound for distant light,
Secrets lost within the night.
Speaks of meeting in strange ways—
Of unknown forms in far-off days.

One path taken, none to tread,
A voice long still, a word unsaid.
When silent years have run their course,
I’ll search for him in shapes and force.