Across the canvas, I ventured,
A curious soul in search of truth’s refrain,
Within my ribs, an echo of silent longing,
A puzzle piece missing, a heart’s subtle pain.

Under the canopy of ancient sentinels,
I stumbled upon a chapel, time-worn and wise,
Its stones whispered tales of centuries past,
A secret haven where the soul often flies.

Beneath the cross, weathered and worn,
I knelt in the flickering candle’s warm grace,
Like an old friend, I whispered my story,
Seeking solace in this sacred space.

The suns rose and the moons painted arcs,
As days melted into a river of dreams,
Ancient verses inscribed on parchment,
Lit a path within, where my soul gleams.

In the dance of life’s thunder and rain,
I clung to the lantern of faith, burning bright,
A North Star of hope in the labyrinth of doubts,
Guiding my journey through day and night.

Within this world of masks and facades,
My heart’s lantern beamed with a unique hue,
A mosaic of purpose, love, and courage,
A melody of the Divine, both ancient and new.

And so, within the chapel’s whispered echoes,
Amidst the glow of candles and dreams unseen,
My voyage unfolded, a celestial duet,
A waltz with the Divine, where my spirit convenes.