A whisper soft, a hopeful, tender gleam,

A vision bright, so close it seems to be,

Like morning mist, a cherished, waking dream,

Yet like a star, forever far from me.

A fleeting joy, a sunlit, warm embrace,

Like cherry blossoms, vibrant, then they fall,

A moment held, a smile upon the face,

But sand through fingers, slipping past recall.

The silent dark, a truth we cannot flee,

A final void, whe...

steam curls on your mug

we match our smiles between sips

easy morning chat—

when your gaze holds mine too long

warmth spreads beyond the coffee...

From my golden window, I watch the storms dance wild,

Lightning weaves bright garlands through velvet skies,

A free performance for my sage eyes, beguiled -

I sip my tea and feast on nature's cries.

We raise our faces to those shuttered panes,

Our drenched bodies seek shelter from the storm,

While up above, soft lights mark their domains

Where shadows judge us from their towers warm.

Their gaze ...

The desert glows with silver flame,

A lake appears on golden sand.

But step ahead - it's not the same,

Just heat that dances on the land.

We chase what shimmers far ahead,

Drawn by a thirst that burns so wide.

Illusions bloom where all seems dead,

Hope floats on air, then slips aside....

The city's clamor, a bruise on the soul,

But deep in the green, a balm starts to flow.

Each towering tree, a silent, wise elder,

Whispering secrets, dispelling all welter.

Sun-dappled paths, a weaver's soft thread,

Mending the worries that tangle the head.

The rustling leaves, a choir, hushed and low,

Singing of peace where all shadows go.

Rooted embrace, a mother's firm hold,

Grounding the ...

The city's clamor, a bruise on the soul,

But deep in the green, a balm starts to flow.

Each towering tree, a silent, wise elder,

Whispering secrets, dispelling all welter.

Sun-dappled paths, a weaver's soft thread,

Mending the worries that tangle the head.

The rustling leaves, a choir, hushed and low,

Singing of peace where all shadows go.

Rooted embrace, a mother's firm hold,

Grounding the...

In the soft shadows where silence is calling me,

I’m weaving dreams beneath sleepless skies.

My thoughts drift like birds on a gentle breeze,

Seeking a star beyond awakening.

Each absence carves a song into my soul,

But hope rises, fragile, without tragedy.

If wishes fell like rain,

Then I would surely be a storm....