There is a shadow
singing softly on
a winter evening
and following upon
its heels is a light
the faintest glimmer
of hope waking up
from a fitful sleep
there is a whisper
a dawning sense of
dreams stitching
themselves up to
clothe up naked desire.

These are lands
that have lain hidden
from human touch
for aeons and aeons
a beauty so fierce
that they have ended
up blinding mortal eyes
a pain that doesn't
sting any more but
merely floats, a scar
that is now a memory
and not a trauma.

There is a star
gliding across the
night skies, that
only a raven can
fly towards, shielding
us from a vicious sun
that pours warmth and
scorn upon our weary
visage in equal measure
reminding us of gates
we could have walked
through, the hills
we could have scaled.

- Avitaj

@dopamine @raika_ @thegreymetaphor
Terra Incognita is Latin for "undiscovered land"

Picture credit- Saad Chowdhry