My first poetry ✨✍️ I Saw You, Wandering Soul I saw you — a walking soul alone, With heavy heart and steps like stone. You moved like a tired queen of time, Beneath dark clouds that brewed and chimed. An ancient soul in search of flesh, In a world where past and present mesh. You stopped and stared — your eyes so wide, At the place where your love had died. A grave, once full of blooms and grace, Now shattered petals mark the place. You knelt beside that resting bed, Where dreams were buried with the dead. Your hair grew long, like coiling snakes, Trailing behind through mourning lakes. You touched the grave, the door gave way — Cold silence wrapped in dim decay. You hugged the bones, no fear, no shame, Like waves embracing waves again. Your voice — a mix of cry and moan, Of scream, of laugh, of all alone. You held the face once warm, once bright, And stared as though it gave you light. Then from the sky, a beam came down, A silver spotlight, soft and sound. The angels came, a silent call, To lift your soul beyond the wall. But you — you clung with aching breath, To love, to loss, to pain, to death. Yet none can flee the final gate, And so you bowed before your fate. You vanished like the morning dew... No light remained. No sign of you.