"The Odyssey of Silence: A Wandering Soul's Tapestry"

In shadows cast and whispers heard,

A soul adrift, with silence stirred.

He, a wanderer lost in the night,

Fading away, seeking respite.

Through realms of pain, he chose to tread,

A solitary path, where hopes had fled.

No words to speak, no voice to call,

In the echoes of silence, he found a pall.

A tapestry woven with threads of time,

Each moment a verse, a subtle rhyme.

The canvas of life, a portrait unclear,

Yet in the absence, a story sincere.

Picture the moon, a lustrous sphere,

Casting its glow, a soothing sear.

A reflection of his elusive grace,

A visage that time couldn't erase.

The stars above, like dreams untold,

Each twinkle a story, a secret to hold.

They sparkled like the glint in his eyes,

In the vast cosmos, where mystery lies.

The misty veils of forgotten years,

Veiled a history of joys and tears.

Yet, he danced in the shadows' ballet,

A silhouette in the fading light's display.

Amidst the verses of a cosmic song,

A melody where he belonged.

Pictures painted in shades of sorrow,

Yet hope lingered, a new tomorrow.

A phoenix rising from ashes cold,

A tale of resilience, courage bold.

Picturesque landscapes, his heart's endeavor,

To find solace in the endless forever.

Mountains climbed, valleys deep,

A journey where shadows and echoes creep.

Yet he endured, a silent plea,

For healing whispers in destiny.

Oh, the chapters written in the stars,

A cosmic book with celestial bars.

Pictures etched in the vaults of time,

A narrative of a soul's paradigm.

In the quiet moments, when he withdrew,

He sought the essence of life anew.

Pictures painted with the brush of fate,

In the tapestry of time, a journey to narrate.

So, let him disappear into the night,

To heal, to mend, to find his light.

For when he returns, stronger, and free,

A picture of resilience, a sight to see.