Tagarius’ Sonnet

Tagarius stood at the edge of the world and faced the infinite sprawled around him. Never ending, paramount in depth. Tepid in step he reached out and felt the comforts within, serendipity called out, unfamiliar to him. His voice echoed, without a word uttered. Grateful in silence for the songs in the wind. Tagarius took life by the hand, journeys unsung.