reflected light

I used to chase the wind,
now I walk with the breeze.
The maestros' tunes are whispers,
carried by the evening air.

Spicy nights have turned serene,
flavours of youth now mellowed.
The mornings no longer dreamless,
each day a canvas of reflection.

The sun-pierced terrazzo is cool,
its warmth a memory, not a need.
My skin bears the map of years,
my soul, a reservoir of quiet strength.

The journey of miles and dreams,
led to the stillness within.
In this tranquil place,
I will find my peace.