TROPICAL IN MOTION
ETHERWAVE
Reflections Beneath
the Cloud
the Cloud
Beneath a cloud suspended between sky and sea,
he did not sway toward the world, but inward
into herself.
The wind carried no sound,
only whispers of forgotten thoughts,
selves long past,
and silent questions buried deep.
As the horizon began to blur,
the line between reality and reflection faded.
There, in the stillness of drifting time,
he began to see—not what the mirror revealed,
but what the soul remembered.
he did not sway toward the world, but inward
into herself.
The wind carried no sound,
only whispers of forgotten thoughts,
selves long past,
and silent questions buried deep.
As the horizon began to blur,
the line between reality and reflection faded.
There, in the stillness of drifting time,
he began to see—not what the mirror revealed,
but what the soul remembered.
The sky above was calm—
soft, uncertain, and weightless.
And there, at last,
he came face to face
with the truth of who she was.
soft, uncertain, and weightless.
And there, at last,
he came face to face
with the truth of who she was.
GREENDAZE
Whispers of the Forest
She entered the forest in search of something lost
an answer, an escape, or perhaps a solace.
The farther she flew,
the louder the echoes of her fears
reverberated through the trees,
as if the forest mirrored every shadow within her.
an answer, an escape, or perhaps a solace.
The farther she flew,
the louder the echoes of her fears
reverberated through the trees,
as if the forest mirrored every shadow within her.
But as time passed,
and silence softened into gentleness,
she began to hear the forest
not as mystery,
but as a whisper-tender, and strangely familiar.
It was not the outer world she had been fleeing,
but herself.
and silence softened into gentleness,
she began to hear the forest
not as mystery,
but as a whisper-tender, and strangely familiar.
It was not the outer world she had been fleeing,
but herself.
She realized the voice she had feared
did not come from the woods,
but from her own soul,
patiently waiting to be heard.
And at last, she listened.
And in listening,
she found peace
not in the forest,
but within herself.
And in listening,
she found peace
not in the forest,
but within herself.
SUNWARD
Seraphim of The
Sunward Soul
Between the sky and golden fields,
a wanderer crossed unfamiliar lands,
drawn to a sunlit glow,
trapped within a giant glass orb
that never touched the ground.
a wanderer crossed unfamiliar lands,
drawn to a sunlit glow,
trapped within a giant glass orb
that never touched the ground.
She believed this light
was the only source of warmth and hope,
and so she chased it endlessly—
through floating doorways,
evading time frozen in a broken compass.
But when she finally reached the orb of light,
her body did not burn.
Instead, the glow slowly dimmed,
and quietly merged with her.
was the only source of warmth and hope,
and so she chased it endlessly—
through floating doorways,
evading time frozen in a broken compass.
But when she finally reached the orb of light,
her body did not burn.
Instead, the glow slowly dimmed,
and quietly merged with her.
It was then she understood:
the light was never a destination,
but a reflection
of the self-belief
already burning within her soul.
the light was never a destination,
but a reflection
of the self-belief
already burning within her soul.
