The storm has passed, though thunder marked the years.

The walls once shook with tempests not of rain,

but words that split the sky with jagged fire.

We battled storms beneath a fragile roof,

and called it love while lightning scorched our days.

The parting came—a door that would not close,

a bridge that burned despite my hands of ash.

The covenant lay fractured on the ground,

yet from the shards I saw new light emerge.

The breaking was not death but clearing space.

And when the silence feels too sharp to bear,

I lean on God, whose voice is never gone.

He fills the hollow places with His peace,

a living well that never runs to dust.

No human love can match His endless grace.

Now mornings rise like sunlight after rain.

The air is clean; the silence sings of peace.

I walk unchained, the sky stretched wide above,

my steps kept firm by One who holds my hand,

whose love restores what fire could not destroy.

So here I stand, set free yet not undone.

The storms are past, the soil is rich again.

With Christ I walk into the open fields,

at peace, at rest, made whole in Him alone—

the battles gone, yet beauty grown from fire.

I start where earth and sky divide in haze,

the path a thread across the waking hills.

My breath runs shallow, yet I will not turn;

each step ignites a pulse of heat and will.

The climb is steep—my legs protest the weight,

but every stone I master shapes my frame.

The air grows thin; the wind becomes my foe,

yet in its sting I learn the taste of grit.

Ahead, the trail bends sharply into shade;

I feel the mind resist the unseen path.

It hunts for comfort, charts a safer way,

but I press on, and thought grows clean and bright.

Then silence comes, so deep it hums like fire,

and in that stillness something breaks and mends.

A voice I knew yet never heard speaks clear:

You are not made to stop at any wall.

And there, beyond the line I feared to cross,

I stand remade—a body forged by trial,

a mind unbound, a spirit wide with light.

She moves as though the world were built for grace,

Each step a whispered challenge to the earth.

Her eyes are less like stars and more like traps—

They catch a man mid-thought and leave him there.

She speaks, and I forget what I had planned,

Because her words are sharper than my own.

Her beauty? Sure, it stops the room mid-spin.

But what undoes me most is when she laughs—

That rich, unfiltered sound that steals the air

And makes the moment more than what it was.

We laughed so hard the night we played,

The theatre scene—remember? Oh, Connor—

The clerk announce it like a spell,

And I stood there, amused and full of joy,

While you were doubled over, with laughter.

But joy’s not just in jokes—it’s in the hush

Of ballet lights and bodies set to strings.

We sat in awe, a breath or two apart,

And marveled at the beauty of control.

And there, I saw her passion softly burn—

A kind of fire no spotlight could outshine.

There’s power in a woman who can joke,

Then whisper wisdom wrapped in reverence.

A mind that dances circles ’round the wise,

A heart that doesn’t flinch when tested hard.

She’s steel in silk, a thunder wrapped in calm,

The kind of strong that doesn’t need to prove.

I’m standing here, bemused and hope-full still,

A little wrecked, a little more alive—

For in her orbit, even fools feel brave.

The future’s sealed in shadows yet unseen,

But if she’s written anywhere in mine,

Then I’ll be grateful for the finest line.

Her words arrive like whispers in the dark,

small sparks that flicker, lighting up my screen.

No voice to shape them, only silent ink,

yet somehow, still, they echo in my chest.

She writes in rhythms soft and full of fire,

a language laced with laughter, sharp and bright.

Her mind, a river, deep and ever-moving,

pulls me beneath, yet never lets me drown.

She teases, challenges, and keeps me guessing,

a storm of wit and warmth I crave to chase.

A flame that dances wild but never fades,

born of the sun, untamed and full of light.

And though my hands have never traced her form,

I know she moves like poetry in motion.

Her beauty lingers, even in the dark—

curves drawn by God with careful, steady hands.

I picture eyes that hold the sun at dusk,

a smile that makes the stars forget to shine.

No touch, no glance, just words upon a screen,

yet still, she stirs something I can’t explain.

And as the night hums low between her texts,

And she feels it, too.

I stood with open hands,

offering only what was true—

no shadows, no hidden doors,

just the steady weight of honesty.

But trust, it seems, was not in me,

not in the way I held my ground,

not in the way I swore to you

that nothing wavered in my heart.

Instead, it sat like glass between us,

thin, fragile, waiting to shatter.

And each time I spoke her name,

it cracked a little more.

You watched her in the spaces between,

in glances, in words, in presence alone,

not for what was, but for what could be,

for the threat you saw, but I did not.

You asked for walls I couldn’t build,

lines I couldn’t paint in fear,

as if care could not stand steady

without closing every door.

I tried to show you, again and again,

that my hands were empty,

but doubt is a stubborn thing—

it does not yield to reason,

it does not bend to truth.

So we stood at the edge of love,

one step forward, one step back,

and I saw the question in your eyes—

a silent plea: prove it again.

But love, real love, does not beg,

does not kneel to suspicion’s weight,

does not demand a cost so high

that trust is lost along the way.

I never asked you not to feel—

I only asked for faith in me.

But faith, it seems, was not enough,

and so we walk away.

I move through crowds of faces, hands in hands,

soft laughter rising like the tide at dusk.

Each meeting—pleasant, light, a drifting dance,

each kiss a spark that fades before it flames.

Their lips are warm, their touch a fleeting thrill,

yet none have stirred the roots beneath my ribs.

The press of hands, the whispered, breathless sighs—

all lovely, yet they do not linger long.

And then, like dawn stretched slow across the sky,

she enters—quiet, careful, eyes that hold

a depth I do not rush to understand.

Her voice is low, a song not meant to swell.

She lets me near, but only so, then stills.

Her lips have brushed mine once, then once again—

a kiss like something left upon the wind,

a ghost of warmth, a promise yet to bloom.

She does not lean, nor pull, nor chase, nor flee,

but walks with steady steps beside her past,

a shadow lingering just beyond her reach.

She needs her time, a space where she can breathe.

And so, between the nights of other lips,

between the kisses given, taken, lost,

I wait for hers to come unchained, unbound,

to meet me where the waiting turns to fire.

I walk this road with purpose in my steps,

A heart that seeks but will not chase the wind.

The world around me hums a different tune,

A song of fleeting love and empty vows.

They ask me why I stand against the tide,

Why patience wears my banner like a crown.

They say that love is fire, fierce and fast,

A blaze to burn before the embers fade.

Yet I have read of love that does not wane,

That bends but never breaks beneath the weight.

A cord of three strands bound in holy light,

Not passion’s spark that flickers in the night.

I’ve seen the games they play, the words they twist,

Desire dressed as love, yet hollow still.

A chase without an end, a feast of crumbs,

A fleeting joy that leaves the soul unfed.

They mock the narrow road I choose to walk,

Call my path a relic of the past.

They do not see the strength it takes,

To guard the heart from hands that would not stay.

Yet even in the silence, I believe—

That somewhere in the noise and rush of life,

There walks a woman strong in faith and grace,

A heart that beats in rhythm next to mine.

And when we meet, it will not be by chance,

But by the hand of One who knows all things.

For love was never meant to be a race,

But rather, it’s a path that we must walk.

She said she wasn’t crazy, but her eyes

told stories her lips refused to confess.

A flicker of fire, a hint of a storm,

the kind of woman who laughs while she burns

bridges you haven’t even crossed just yet.

Still, the game calls, and a man must step up.

No half-swings, no leaning back on excuses—

the pitch is coming, fast and wild and hard,

and maybe she’s fire, maybe she’s rain,

but either way, you hold the bat, my friend.

She tells you she doesn’t believe in love,

but watches to see if you flinch at the words.

She says she’s done with all the liars,

the cowards, the boys who promise and fade,

but still she stands, waiting, tapping her foot.

The trick is knowing which storms to stand in,

which games are rigged, which fights are worth the blood.

And sometimes, crazy is just another name

for someone who’s seen too much, lost too much,

but still refuses to sit in the stands.

So step to the plate, grip tight, breathe deep.

Not every pitch is meant to be swung at,

but the ones that are—you damn well better hit.

There was a man I knew, his roots were firm,

Planted deep in the soil of honest days.

He worked with quiet strength, his heart unspoiled,

And all who met him marveled at his grace.

But something shifted in his steady gaze,

A spark of pride began to burn within.

At first, it seemed a harmless, fleeting flame,

But flames, untended, grow beyond control.

He tasted praise and drank it as his wine,

Each word a mirror showing what he craved.

In time, he saw himself through clouded glass,

His virtues stretched to fit a grander form.

He thought himself above the crowd below,

A man of sharper wit and clearer mind.

The simple souls who dared to challenge him

Became his targets, struck with poisoned barbs.

Sarcasm dripped from every word he spoke,

A weapon forged to wound, to leave no doubt

That he alone stood right, unerring, wise—

And all dissent deserved his cutting scorn.

Anger, the guard of pride, stood at his side,

Ready to strike at any slight or doubt.

And cockiness, a bitter jester’s grin,

Mocked all who dared to question his ascent.

The man we knew, the one who warmed the room,

Was gone, replaced by shadows of his pride.

And those who once had called him friend or kin

Watched helplessly, their sorrow heavy-laden.

He rose too high, yet never saw the edge,

The cliffs of his own making, steep and cold.

And when he fell, no hand reached out to save,

For who can grasp a shadow turned to stone?

It saddened all who knew the man he’d been,

The soul of quiet wisdom, gentle care.

What greater grief than watching light grow dim

In one who once had burned so brightly clear?

He thought his strength was proving others weak,

But strength is measured by the hearts we lift.

And now I think of him and wonder still,

How pride can blind and lead the soul to fall.

Beneath the twilight’s burnished golden net,

The air is thick with whispers, unseen threads

That weave the night into a tender loom,

Where fate might stitch two souls into one cloth.

I wandered here as driftwood on a tide,

Unmoored, untethered, tossed by waves of time.

Yet now, your presence feels a steady shore—

A lighthouse casting light through endless dark.

Your voice, a silver current in the deep,

Moves through me, stirring echoes long asleep.

Each glance, a key, unlocking ancient doors,

Revealing rooms I never thought I’d find.

The stars above seem closer now, more bright,

As though they’ve bent to watch this fleeting spark.

Is this the fire that forges something vast,

Or just a fleeting ember, lost to night?

I taste infinity within your gaze,

A boundless sky behind a fleeting storm.

Your song hums, a song the moon might sing

To comfort restless seas beneath her glow.

If you are dream, then let me never wake;

If you are flame, then burn me into ash.

For in this moment, time and space dissolve—

And all that’s left is everything we are.

The wind still howls, but now I face its roar,

Unbroken by the weight of endless nights.

The road is long, its edges rough with doubt,

Yet every step declares my will to rise.

The shadows mock, they stretch and pull me back,

Yet in their midst, I find a flicker—small,

But certain as the dawn that follows dark,

A spark that whispers, “You are still alive.”

The city hums with stories, soft and fierce,

Each voice a thread that binds the world to mine.

I hear the cries of those who fell before,

Their courage ringing out through time and space.

I will not falter; I have seen the fire

That blazes deep within the broken heart.

It burns away despair, leaves ash and gold,

A promise that tomorrow still will come.

For even here, within the tempest’s hold,

The stars break through the veil of endless gray.

Their light, a song, reminds me who I am—

A soul unbound, a force that cannot fade.

Let storms rage on, let waves crash o’er my path,

I’ll stand, my roots sunk deep into the earth.

The love I’ve lost, the battles left behind,

Are steps that led me to this steady place.

So I will walk this road, though long it winds,

With open hands to catch what life may give.

The pain, the joy—they’re mine, they make me whole,

A patchwork quilt of light that never fades.

The struggle has made me stronger.

The night is deep, yet peace begins to grow,

The house once bustling now breathes soft and still.

The echoes of their laughter light the dark,

A melody that lingers, full of grace.

Their eyes, so wide with trust, remind my heart—

I walk this road for love, and love alone.

Though trials weigh, the joy of watching them

Outshines the shadows, brighter than the dawn.

Each morning rises with a call to stand,

To lead, to guide, to build a life secure.

The lunches packed, the shoes put on in a rush,

Each small task brims with purpose deeply felt.

My hands, though worn, are tools for something great—

A legacy of love that will endure.

And though the days seem endless, strength flows in,

A strength not mine, but His who walks beside.

And when He calls, I stand with joy,

A broken man redeemed by boundless grace.

Divorced, yet whole, for He has made me new,

Each failure now a story of His love.

The whispers fade; they hold no power here,

For He has placed His calling in my soul.

His mercy weaves my scars into a song,

A testimony bright with second chances.

Oh, You are my focus, firm and clear.

When chaos calls my mind to stray, I stand—

My gaze unshaken, fixed upon Your truth.

You are the rock beneath my every step,

The lamp that lights the path I walk each day.

With You, my burdens lift, my heart grows bold,

For every trial bends beneath Your power.

You are my guide, my strength, my constant joy.

When I preach, it’s not for pride or fame,

But to declare the hope that heals all wounds.

Your love has shown me beauty in my flaws,

Your truth, a lifeline pulling me to peace.

And as I tell the flock of all You are,

I find myself renewed, restored, alive.

For in Your hands, my past is not a weight,

But proof that grace can shine through brokenness.

What joy it is to see my children bloom,

Their laughter rising like a hymn of faith.

Each step they take reminds me of Your care,

Each question leads me back to trust in You.

For when I cannot give them all they need,

You are the well that never runs out dry.

And in their eyes, I see a brighter world—

A world shaped by Your love and endless hope.

This path, though hard, is full of heaven’s light,

Each moment sacred, filled with purpose deep.

With focus firm, I walk where You have called,

A shepherd to my flock, a father blessed.

And as I climb each hill, I feel the weight

Not as a burden, but as wings to soar.

For You, have borne it all for me,

And through Your strength, I rise to live, to lead.

In shallow halls where shadows stretch and play,

False tongues may craft their brittle, fleeting thrones.

Their words like embers scattered on the wind,

Ignite but briefly, never taking root.

The liar builds on sand, a fragile keep,

Its walls eroded by the tides of time.

What harm they hurl may sting but will not stand;

Truth, steadfast as the sun, will find its way.

Though clouds obscure the light and blur the sky,

The dawn remains, relentless, ever sure.

Each slander, like a tempest, clears the air,

Revealing hearts unyielding to deceit.

For lies, though loud, are feeble in their core,

While honesty endures the weight of years.

In every trial, a lesson softly blooms—

Resilience, like oak roots, deeply grown.

So, fear not words that seek to chain your soul;

The bonds they weave dissolve in time’s great flood.

Through storms of falsehood, hold your head aloft,

For truth will shine, unbroken by the dark.

Alone, but not adrift—this space is mine,

An open canvas brushed by my own hand.

No whispers nudge the quiet of my thoughts,

No restless voice to pull my focus thin.

The morning light spills softly through my walls,

And I, unhurried, greet the day I choose.

My steps are mine, as steady or as still,

Each hour unfolds like paper, clean and white.

Here silence sings, a friend, not hollowed sound,

A rhythm shaped to fit my measured life.

To linger in a movie until the dark,

Or wander aimless paths the sun ignites.

No need to trade the midnight for a “must,”

No constant mirror held to my own shape.

The growth is quiet here, the roots unseen,

Stretching deep where no gaze can measure worth.

I build myself in rooms both known and new,

No compromise to cloud the edges bright.

The company of self, a gift unwrapped,

And peace, that rare companion, stays the night.

For here I walk the world with endless time,

To love, to dream, to wander unconfined.

And though a pair may shine with borrowed light,

This solitude, it holds its golden fire.

Life roars like thunder, wild and uncontained,

A symphony of chaos, fierce and bold.

Its currents pull us, dragging, lifting, twirling,

Yet always onward, never standing still.

We rise to meet its ever-shifting tides,

With hearts unbroken, though they’ve cracked and bled.

Each trial shapes us, forging something pure,

Each tear becomes a jewel that lights the way.

And faith—oh, faith!—it soars where doubt would fall,

A steady flame that dares defy the night.

It speaks in whispers, yet it moves the mountains,

A quiet strength that shouts, “You are alive!”

Then love appears, unbidden, fierce and tender,

A force that kindles stars and calms the sea.

Its warmth wraps ‘round the pieces of our souls,

And binds us whole where once we were undone.

Your hand in mine can still the wildest storm,

Your gaze ignites the fire within my chest.

Together, we are galaxies colliding,

Two lights that blaze and never dim with time.

Do not despair when darkness clouds your path,

For every storm prepares the sky for light.

And in your arms, I find my shelter sure,

A love that turns the night to endless dawn.

So let us rise, unchained, untamed, entwined,

And know this truth: our hearts beat as one.

In every breath, the promise of forever—

A boundless life, and love, and joy begun.

In this room, the world withdraws,

its restless voices fading into walls.

The clock ticks softly, steady in its beat,

a metronome to mark the weight of thought.

Here, shadows stretch but do not threaten me;

their shapes are gentle, cast by fleeting light.

The air is still, unbroken by demands,

and time unwinds into a thread of calm.

This space is neither prison nor escape,

but something deeper—shelter for the self.

No battles fought, no victories to claim,

just silence, offering a place to breathe.

Outside, the world continues in its spin,

with all its noise, its haste, its endless pull.

But here, I stand apart, a moment’s pause,

not lost, but waiting, finding what is whole.

The walls are plain, the corners unadorned,

and yet they hold a truth that I can trust.

For in this room, the clutter falls away,

and I am left with only what I am.

The path was once so clear, a light that burned

With steady flame, unshaken by the winds.

But life, with all its trials, shaped my soul,

Carved valleys where the grace of God could flow.

A marriage broken, but not faith undone—

I wandered lost, yet knew I wasn’t lost,

For even in the darkest night, I knew

That morning’s light would bring me home again.

The calling never left; it only grew.

A seed that broke, now bursting into bloom.

How could I doubt His hand upon my life,

When brokenness became the very place

His strength poured in and lifted me to stand?

Could I still lead, still love, still offer hope?

Yes, now I see, for in my weakest hour,

His power in me shone even more.

In silence, there remained a constant voice,

A whisper soft, yet full of joy and peace.

It called me back, not broken but remade,

Not perfect, but renewed by endless love.

The cracks I feared, the wounds I tried to hide,

Now catch the light and let His glory shine.

For destiny was never lost, but built

Through every trial and through every tear.

Discipleship now burns within my heart,

And relationship is the goal I seek—

To walk beside, to lift, to love, to lead.

So here I stand, not as I was before,

But as He’s made me, stronger, full of grace.

The scars I bear now guide the hurting home,

For in the breaking, I have found my way

Back to the ministry of love and light,

With joy renewed and purpose shining bright.

In this house, I find my peace again,
The walls breathe softly, a shelter from the storm,
Where once the noise of chaos filled the air,
Now silence lingers like a gentle breeze.
Yet, restless thoughts move in like wandering ghosts,
Whispering of tasks undone, of work that waits—
The steady hum beneath the calm façade.

My hands, though still, feel eager to create,
To mend, to build, to shape what must be formed,
But time escapes like water through a sieve.
The rooms, they hold me, cradled in their calm,
While in my mind the busy world takes root,
A thousand lists to chase, and yet I pause.

For in this peace, I find a gentle grace,
The stillness calls for balance to be found—
To sit and breathe, though restless work remains,
And let the house remind me of its calm.

In quiet – echoes softly stir,
He walks the paths of light and shadow both,
Unbound by vows that once held firm but broke,
Now free to find his footing once again.

The stars above, like beacons in his sky,
Guide him through grief and into dreams reborn,
He lifts his gaze, their silver light a call,
To futures rich with purpose yet unknown.

His bed, a ship upon a steady sea,
Where waves of healing, hope, and faith arise,
No anchor ties him to the pain behind,
But winds now carry whispers of new dawns.

In this strong space, he grows like ancient oak,
Roots deeper now from storms that tested strength,
This singleness, no burden but a gift,
A time to heal and serve in greater ways.

From brokenness, a ministry may bloom,
A chance to lift the fallen, guide the lost,
To speak of grace through all that he’s endured,
A path made clear by faith, not walked alone.

The wait is over now, the endless hours
Have trickled past like rain on windowpanes,
Each drop a weight upon the mind and heart.
But in His timing, not in mine, it comes—
The sun breaks through the clouds, and morning breathes,
A slow release, a sigh that fills the sky.
No longer do we count the ticking clocks,
Nor measure days by empty hands or dreams.
The time we thought would never come has come,
But not by will of mine, by His design.
The doors that held us back now open wide,
And every step is lighter than the last.
But now the real work waits, the soil to till,
The seeds of promise planted long ago
Must find their bloom in labor and in trust,
As all the waiting fades like mist at dawn.

The storm has passed, at last the skies are clear,
No more the shadows of deceit remain,
No more the weight of lies upon my soul,
The two-faced mask has fallen from your face,
Exposing all the truth I long had known.

The whispers cease, the doubts are left behind,
And those who saw the truth now stand with me,
A circle strong, unbroken by your games.
At last, the dawn of freedom rises bright,
A future built on trust, on strength, on peace.

No longer held by chains of falsity,
I walk a path where honesty and good will guide.
The echoes of your lies will fade away,
And I begin a life that’s truly mine,
The past is dead—today, I come alive.

The papers signed, the chapter’s ink now dry,
A peaceful breeze where once a storm had roared,
No longer bound by ties that held too tight,
But freed, like a bird released into the blue.
The house, once heavy with the weight of time,
Now breathes anew, its walls a canvas bright,
The echoes of the past, like gentle waves,
Recede, making way for songs unsung.

No victor here, just a soul who’s grown,
The path that once was straight now softly curves,
And in this parting, seeds of joy take root,
A garden waits to bloom beneath the sun.
I walk as a branch of a common tree,
Once intertwined, now reaching toward the light,
Seeking skies that promise brighter days,
A testament to life’s enduring strength.

The wounds will heal, like earth refreshed by rain,
The scars, like rivers, carve their tales in stone,
And though the river’s course may twist and turn,
Its journey knows the sea’s vast, welcoming arms.
My heart, like a ship once anchored at the shore,
Now sails on different winds to distant lands,
Yet carries with it warmth of shared embrace,
The harbor where I found my steady ground.

So here I stand at life’s unfolding gate,
Not an enemy, but a star that shines apart,
The end of what was ‘we’ begins the ‘I’,
A chapter closed, but dawn still paints the world.
The sun, it rises on a landscape bright,
Where shadows once held sway, now light breaks free,
And in that light, I find a separate path,
Yet know the night will come, and stars will guide.

No bitter words, just echoes filled with peace,
Like whispers in the trees that line my way,
The leaves, they fall, but in their fall, they dance,
A graceful end that feeds the earth below.
The seasons turn, and so my life will too,
From winter’s rest to spring’s awaited bloom,
And in the cycle, I will find my joy,
A rhythm that sustains, through all the change.

So I depart as one who’s learned and grown,
The journey’s joy is found in every step,
And though my road now leads to different skies,
It still connects through memories, through love.
I walk into the future, heart alight,
With hope as bright as stars in evening’s glow,
The end of one small tale, the start of more,
For life goes on, and I am free to soar.

No chains, no bounds, just open, endless skies,
Where once was ‘we’ now ‘I’ begins to rise,
A flight of one soul seeking what is true,
And in that seeking, find the light anew.

It feels like stepping into an old, familiar room,
but the furniture has been moved,
the paint has changed,
the windows now face a different sun.

You wear the same clothes,
but they hang differently on your frame,
a little looser here, tighter there,
fitting memories more than flesh.

Conversations start as cautious dances,
steps rehearsed in the mirror,
each word a careful gamble,
hoping for laughter, fearing silence.

Ghosts of the past linger at the table,
invisible, yet their presence palpable,
their whispers echo in the pauses,
in the spaces where new connections might grow.

There are moments of clarity,
where the fog lifts,
and you see the person,
as a potential for a true future.

Hope becomes a fragile thing,
delicate as a newborn’s breath,
nurtured with every shared story,
every genuine smile.

You learn to navigate the labyrinth of vulnerability,
one tentative step at a time,
trusting that somewhere, somehow,
the journey will lead to a place
where hearts are no longer burdened
by the weight of what once was,
but are lightened by the promise
of what could be.

In the hum of my heart’s pulse,
A woman, radiant as dawn.
Her eyes held stories of the distant stars,
A smile that whispered secrets to the night.
In her presence, the world grew soft, serene,
As if a miracle had graced my life.

She turned me on like no one else before,
A spark that lit my soul with newfound fire.
We spoke of dreams that shimmered like the sea,
Of places where the sun caressed the waves.
“Let’s find our paradise,” she softly said,
“Where time is but a whisper on the breeze.”

Together, we embarked on flights of hope,
To realms where turquoise waters kissed the skies,
The Maldives, like a heaven on the earth,
Where every moment felt like heaven’s touch.

Beneath the palm trees swaying in the wind,
We walked on sands as white as angel’s wings.
The ocean sang a melody so sweet,
A lullaby that cradled us to peace.

In the embrace of sunsets’ golden glow,
We found a love as boundless as the sky.
No words could capture what her presence meant,
A miracle that breathed new life in me.

With her, the Maldives was heaven’s gate,
A canvas for our hearts to paint with dreams,
A symphony of colors, love, and light,
A journey to forever in her eyes.

One night she whispered,

A pledge that bound us tighter than the stars.
Together, fearless, we embraced the night,
Our hearts in tandem, beating as one soul.

Upon the nights end, a name reached out, I answered,
A whisper soft as breeze through meadow grass.
A name that danced upon the internet’s air,
A woman veiled in mystery’s soft light.
Her beauty was the sun’s first golden rays,
Our conversation like a melodious tune that just feels right.

Our paths crossed, in that fleeting glance,
With depths that whispered secrets of the heart.
Her smile, a curve that held the world in sway,
A warmth that lingered long after she’d gone.
Her beautiful hair, a cascade, flowing like a stream,
A vision etched forever in my mind.

Though distance kept us, texts became our bridge,
A melody that charmed the soul.
Each word she typed, a blossom on the wind,
Her thoughts a dance upon the digital page.
In every moment shared, a world was spun,
Of kindness, wit, and grace, a woven dream.

She loves the tunes of Neil, with songs that play,
The melodies that fill her heart with joy.
In movie worlds, she finds her soft escape,
A journey through the tales of love and life.
The outdoors call to her, a siren’s song,
Where nature’s breath is sweet, and skies are wide.
Her life, a symphony of music’s grace,
She treasures melodies of every kind.

With many kids, like me, her days are filled,
With laughter, love, and all that life can bring.
A name that sways the mind’s own tide,
A riddle wrapped in beauty’s pure embrace.
To know her is to find a hidden world,
Where hearts do speak in silence, depth, and truth.
Through words and dreams, she weaves her spell so fine,
A world in the making of wonder, light, and time.

And in her presence, in my mind,
A spark ignited, long since lost to time.
A yearning heart, once quiet, now awake,
With thoughts of her, bright as morning’s sun.

In this evening, memories stir,
Of you, oh Dad, in the quiet dusk.
Your laughter echoed through my humble of humble homes,
A beacon of warmth, guiding me with care.
You stood like oak, resilient and strong,
A shelter from life’s tempests and its storms.

Your hands, once rough from years of honest toil,
Held gentleness within their rugged grasp.
With wisdom spoken in a calming tone,
You taught me lessons, deep as ancient roots.
In silence now, your absence softly speaks,
A void within the heart, a space of grief.

I walk these paths we traveled side by side,
The echoes of your footsteps linger still.
In every whisper of the morning breeze,
I hear your voice, a melody of love.
Though time has claimed your form from mortal sight,
Your spirit lives, a light that never fades, in me.

Oh, how I wish you were still here for hugs,
To hold my children, share your sage advice.
Your strength, your kindness, and your knowing smile,
A father’s love, eternal and profound.
It’s been over ten years, yet not a moment goes
Without the ache of missing you so much.
Had you been there, perhaps you might have saved
Me from a marriage fraught with hidden woes.

In youthful folly, I squandered our time,
Unaware of the moments slipping by.
Of all places, I think of you in the gym,
Where your discipline and strength shone so bright to me in the movie music I listen to.
Great man you were, and great you’ll always be,
In memory’s embrace, forever near. Forever, oh Dad.

A symphony of moments,
Whispers in the night,
Hands entwined under summer stars,
The soft hum of contentment.

It blooms in unexpected places,
A glance, a touch, a shared laugh,
Rooted deep in the soul,
Stretching towards the infinite.

But the courtroom battle,
Silent, yet deafening,
Unravels the bind of what was.

It’s the echo of forgotten promises,
The cold emptiness of a shared bed,
A dance of shadows and lost dreams,
Where it once danced in light.

It’s the opening argument,
Strong, persuasive, hopeful,
Yet the cross-examination,
Turns truths to brittle lies.

In the end, They are two sides of the same case,
One defends, the other prosecutes,
Both leaving their mark on the heart.

In life’s grand theater, shadows come and go,
Footsteps echo through empty halls,
Moments whisper on the breeze.
Dawn arrives with promises untold,
Daylight wanes, shadows cast doubt.
We climb mountains, touch the sky’s expanse,
Stumble down valleys dark and deep.

The sun’s warm touch on skin,
Laughter shared, a tear breaks the dam.
The heart beats, breath catches fire,
In love’s embrace, in sorrow’s cold bite.
We weave time with threads bright and dark,
A journey of joy and pain.

In life’s relentless ebb and flow, we strive,
To find balance, to secure peace.
A battle fought in silence and noise,
Against chaos and inner storm.
Through trials, we seek calm within,
A tranquil shore amidst wild, fierce seas.

Life plays out like a chess game, move by move,
Strategy and chance entwined.
Each step considered, each decision weighed,
Choices, pieces on a checkered board.
In every loss, a lesson learned,
In every win, a momentary peace.

Seasons turn, we evolve,
From spring’s bloom to winter’s rest.
In summer’s heat, we dance with wild hearts,
In autumn’s glow, we learn to let things fall.
The cycle spins, ceaseless flow,
In its rhythm, we find strength to stand.

For every crest, a trough lies beyond,
In every tear, a seed of hope resides.
We are players on this vast stage,
Our roles defined by choices, chance, fate.
As the curtain falls on each act,
We face the dawn with courage, hope, grace.

I stand in the glow, the world sometimes my foe,
Feet on the ground, with promise to the dusk.
Muscles stretching, whispering, “We are strong.”
Breath catches rhythm, symphony of heartbeats.

Each step a chapter in a book unfinished,
From youth’s boundless leaps to steady stride of years,
I have danced with time, its rhythm guiding me.
Weights rise and fall, defying gravity’s pull,
Sweat beads, glistening salute to effort.

In the mirror, I see lines of wisdom,
Each one earned, each one cherished with pride.
Strength not just in limbs, but spirit’s resolve.
Through fields of green, where youth ran wild and free,
To treadmill’s endless road, I journey on,
A warrior of perseverance, unbowed.

Mountains climbed, valleys crossed, horizons ahead,
My body a temple, care’s testament.
Each heartbeat a drum, life’s rhythm’s reminder,
Each breath a gift, a promise to myself.

In quiet moments, echoes of the past,
Strength of those who walked before flows through me.
Guiding my path with wisdom’s gentle hand.
A half century not measured in mere years,
But moments seized, challenges faced head-on,
In life’s persistent dance, I find my way.

I run, I lift, I stretch, not just to live,
But thrive, celebrate movement’s beauty and grace.
On cusp of hundred years, a mosaic,
A memory of trials and triumphs molded.

Each step a footprint in life’s masterpiece,
And as twilight deepens, sky created bright,
I move forward, ever forward, unyielding.
Embracing journey’s flow, motion’s joy,
In dance towards one hundred, ever bold.

Remembering the early days of youth,
When play was exercise, laughter the goal.
Chasing dreams and butterflies in the sun,
Skin kissed by warmth, feet light upon the earth.
Now wiser, older, movements more measured,
But joy in motion remains, undiminished.

Friends and family, companions in this dance,
Their laughter, encouragement, my fuel.
Together we conquer years and miles,
Sharing stories, victories, lessons learned.

The gym, once a daunting place of iron,
Now a sanctuary, where strength is built.
Machines and weights, partners in this journey,
Each rep, a step towards longevity.

Diet too, a crucial part of the plan,
Nourishing body with what it needs most.
Gone are the days of careless indulgence,
Replaced by more mindful choices, health in mind.

Sleep, that sweet elixir of renewal,
Each night a chance to recharge, to restore.
Dreams of future adventures, yet to come,
Fuel for the journey, fire for the soul.

Through every ache and pain, I find my way,
Listening to my body’s wise whispers.
Rest when needed, push when strength allows,
Balancing effort with the gift of time.

I’ve learned to laugh at the little setbacks,
A stumble here, a strain there, no big deal.
For in this dance, perfection’s not the goal,
But persistence, joy, and grace in motion.

Feeling the muscle move, as it strengthens,
A sensation both strange and deeply sweet.
Each fiber, each sinew growing in power,
A testament to will, to effort’s heat.

With each passing year, wisdom grows deeper,
Understanding life’s rhythms and its flow.
Age is but a number, not a limit,
But a testament to the journey’s length.

As twilight deepens, stars begin to shine,
Each one a milestone in the night’s vast sky.
I move forward, ever forward, steadfast,
Embracing every step, every heartbeat.

In this journey towards a full century,
I find not just endurance, but pure joy.
For in the dance of life, I am alive,
Each movement a celebration of me.

In silent rooms where shadows linger,
A quiet sorrow fills the air.
Days stretch long, their light a gentle grace,
And in the dusk, the heart begins to stir.

No tempest’s roar, no wailing winds arise,
Only whispers softly speaking.
Echoes of a time when joy was near,
Now distant, like stars in twilight’s glow.

A river flows within, unseen,
Its currents deep with hidden strength.
Each sigh a ripple through the soul,
A testament to life embraced.

The world moves on, indifferent,
Yet footsteps find their way.
In deepest moments, glimmers shine,
Hope that dawn might bring a brighter day.

In shadows, strength is born,
Tears cleanse wounds that sorrow made.
It’s okay to be sad, to let it flow,
Goodness blooms because of sorrow’s rain.

It shapes me, grows me,
A deeper soul, more human, alive.
In my growth, those near me find their gain,
Lives enriched by empathy’s embrace.

From sorrow’s depths, new glory rises,
A cycle turning, fresh rebirth.
My body more fit, my health restored,
Resilience forged in sorrow’s crucible.

It found me true best friends,
Hearts aligned through shared care.
May healing come as morning follows day,
Goodness growing from sadness, light from pain.

In this dawn of greatness,
Mind, spirit, heart unified,
Despite those who lie to seem the good,
Their facades shattered by truth’s light.

Strength in shadows, wisdom in tears,
Greatness emerges, undeniable and clear.
May healing come as morning follows day,
Goodness growing from sadness, light from pain.

Life’s a stage, they say,
and mine, a shifting script,
part comedy, part drama,
and a dash of rom com,
each scene a new revelation,
each act a different shade of light.

In the mornings, a comedy,
when I trip over my own thoughts,
spilling coffee, chasing dreams,
finding laughter in the absurdity,
the way my socks never match,
and how I talk to my dog as if he understands
the secrets of the universe.

The sun rises higher,
and afternoons bring drama,
a clash of wills, a test of strength,
tears mingling with triumph,
emotions raw, hearts bared,
the weight of decisions heavy,
moments of silence that speak louder than words,
conflicts that carve new paths,
the delicate balance between hope and despair.

And in the twilight, a rom com,
where I wish love stumbles in, awkward and true,
soft glances, stolen kisses,
a dance of hearts, clumsy yet sincere,
the way our hands find each other in the dark,
how laughter becomes a language of its own,
small gestures, grand emotions,
navigating the maze of intimacy,
the joy of finding home in another’s eyes.

Each day a new act,
each moment a twist in the tale,
life unfolding, a blend of genres,
a story uniquely mine,
interwoven with humor, sorrow, and tenderness,
the beauty of imperfection,
the thrill of the unexpected,
the comfort of familiar rhythms,
and the promise of what’s yet to come.

In this script, I play many roles,
a jester, a hero, a lover,
each scene an opportunity
to explore the depths of my soul,
to laugh, to cry, to love,
to embrace the chaos and the calm,
to live fully in the mosaic
of comedy, drama, and rom com,
brought together in the vein of my existence.

Amid the throng of faces, new and bright,
A sea of voices blends, each one unique.
In every smile, a world of tales untold,
Each gaze, a silent promise yet to come.
Among the crowd, a few stand out, aglow,
Their light a beacon in the shadowed room.
They speak with hearts that shine like morning suns,
Their laughter echoes like a summer breeze.
In whispered words, they paint the skies anew,
With every touch, they turn the mundane gold.
These radiant souls, their beauty fierce and true,
They carve their names on hearts, on time, on dreams.

Had pain not carved its path through tender flesh,
These hearts of gold I might have never known.
Through suffering, I learned to see the light,
To cherish moments, fleeting, full, and bright.
In meeting them, the world expands and soars,
Revealing all the wonders life can hold.

Moments shared, I find my peace,
The time, a balm for restless days.
Laughter and enjoyment, gentle as the morning breeze,
Brings light and warmth to every fleeting hour.

Together we explore with paint and brush,
Creating worlds where colors come together.
Her eyes alight with joy, a sight to see,
A masterpiece that time cannot erase in my mind.

Yet in this space of joy, a silent wish,
Unspoken, lingers like the evening mist.
Press my lips to a tender moment,
But more, I yearn to honor what she feels.

Respect her space, her comfort, and her will,
For I must walk with patience hand in hand.
Desire tamed by kindness, softly held,
A dance of hearts that seek a common beat.

In time, perhaps, our paths may closer draw,
And in that sweet alignment, find the way.
Until that day, I’ll cherish and respect what we have,
Content to share these fun moments in the brushstrokes.

Oh yes, thoughts of her arise,
More frequent than they should, a gentle tide,
In secret corners of his mind, she dwells,
A whisper soft, yet ever growing strong.

Oh yes the last, her airs of grandeur she displayed,
Her pedestal, self-built, she stood upon,
Above the rest, she deemed herself to be,
Yet true colors revealed brittle lies in her soul.

Now, in the gentle cadence of their time,
A different path they tread, unhurried steps,
Oh yes, each moment savored, slowly they unfold,
A journey shared, a bond that’s deeply sown.

In this slow dance, a tender flame ignites,
With every look, each word, a spark is lit,
Enjoying every pause, the space between,
Their story’s written in the quiet light of walks.

Walking on the greenway in the eve,
cool dusk air whispers through the air, invites to wander, breathe, and savor twilight’s calm.
His paws, a rhythmic patter on the path,
his tail, a metronome of simple joy,
sniffing the stories carried by the breeze,
each step a fresh discovery we share.

The greenway stretches out, a living scene,
Dancing with fading sunbeams’ glow,
and air is rich with perfume.
His eyes, alight with wonder, catch the hues of deepening sky, reflecting truth profound: happiness dwells here, in this quiet space of conversation.

Even as mishaps sprinkle through our stroll—
a spilt soda, flowing on the ground,
a broken dog bottle, water pooling round—
these minor troubles cannot touch the joy,
the simple pleasure of the evening walk.

A wrong turn at Albuquerque, a twist that took us on a longer path we meant to tread,
but still, it couldn’t dampen lightness felt,
nor items shared within our happy and heavy hearts.

Doc stopped an endless number of odd times to sniff each leaf, each blade of grass we passed,
each pause a tiny world, a scented tale,
yet still my spirits soared on evening’s breath.

In this expanse, where moments all suffice,
each breath, each step, a gift of fleeting time,
we laugh at minor troubles, find delight in imperfections, beauty in the mess,
as day gives way to night,

our hearts at peace and an exhaustion of exercise for both human and beast.

Silence, shadows linger in the room,
Unspoken words like ghosts between them drift.
They seek the bridge to span this chasm wide,
But find no path that leads to where they stand.
Their eyes, averted, hold a secret deep,
A tale untold, a riddle in the dark.
One voice, a pebble cast in tranquil ponds,
Creates no waves to break the other’s calm.

In passive tones, one wields a hidden knife,
A smile conceals the sharpness of their edge.
They speak in circles, leaving key truths out,
And build a maze where simple paths should be.
Each half-truth sown with calculated care,
Becomes a barrier the other cannot cross.

Thoughts weave in threads of fragile hope,
Yet they unravel, lost in empty air.
What barriers have risen in their minds?
What walls of silence, high and thick, confine?
Each question released returns unanswered,
An echo of the void where both now dwell.

In this still prison, built of their own making,
How do they find the key to set them free?
The hearts speak loud, yet ears refuse to hear,
And in this quiet, loneliness prevails.
Where words once flowed, now only silence reigns,
And every day, the distance grows anew.

In moments swift, as time lengthen wide,
The years cascade like waves upon the shore,
Their innocence, a fleeting summer’s bloom,
Their dreams, a constellation in the dark.

How brief the dance, how sweet the memory,
Of tiny hands in mine, of hearts that beat
In tandem with the music of the night,
A symphony of love, pure and complete.

With every step, the dance of life unfolds,
Their laughter, joy, and tears a sacred thread,
We wove our stories in the silent dawn,
Where time and space conspired to pause for us.

The echoes of that night still linger here,
In every whispered word and gentle smile,
In every hope and fear that we embraced,
A testament to love’s enduring light.

Now grown and strong, they carve their paths alone,
Yet still the dance remains within their soul,
A guide, a beacon through the stormy seas,
A promise kept, as sure as day will break.

We danced not knowing how the steps would end,
Each moment treasured, each embrace a gift,
If only for a while, we held it close,
The dance of life, a blessing unforeseen.
The bitter-sweetness of their fleeting youth,
And though they journey far, our hearts remain
Entwined forever in that timeless dance.

For years I held her close within my heart,
Believing in the truth her eyes bespoke.
Her laughter, bright and pure, a guiding star,
Led me through shadows, past the fears of night.
Yet now, a veil is lifted from my sight,
The mask she wore now crumbles into dust.

Her words, once sweet as summer’s gentle breeze,
Are laced with venom, hidden fangs revealed.
Each smile, each tender touch, a practiced act,
A charade woven with deceptive care.
Her kindness, just a cloak for dark intent,
Two faces turned to face me, cold and stark.

I stand within the ruins of my trust,
The echoes of her falsehoods ringing clear.
No longer can I cling to shattered dreams,
Her truth, a poisoned chalice, laid to bare.
What solace can I find in knowing this,
That all I held so dear was but a lie?

Yet in this bitter dawn of harshest light,
A strength emerges from the pain endured.
For now I see the world with clearer eyes,
No longer blinded by her hollow charms.
In truth’s embrace, I rise from broken bonds,
To seek a path unshadowed by deceit.

Through healing’s gentle touch, I find my way,
And in the ashes, see new growth arise.
The seeds of hope, once buried deep in dark,
Now reach toward the sun with fervent grace.
A future bright awaits, with trust possibilities maybe regained,
A journey to a life where love is true and the actress is recast.

In the serene depths of self, I embark on a transformative journey, delving into the forgotten corners of my soul to unearth the essence of who I truly am. With each step forward, I embrace the power to redefine myself, to sculpt my identity with a clarity of purpose that resonates from within.

Once confined by the rigid confines of tradition, my faith now soars boundlessly, reaching towards the expansive horizons of possibility. Through introspection, questioning, and a relentless pursuit of truth, my faith evolves into a dynamic pilgrimage, where doubt and uncertainty become the fertile soil for spiritual growth and enlightenment.

Once built upon the unstable foundations of pretense and superficiality, I now stand tall upon pillars of authenticity and vulnerability. I courageously speak my truth, extending a hand of genuine empathy and understanding to others, fostering connections that are woven with the golden threads of mutual respect and acceptance.

As I traverse the ever-changing landscape of life, each moment becomes a vibrant hue in the everglades of my evolution. Every decision, every choice, is a breaststroke upon the pool of my destiny, an olympics of resilience, courage, and unwavering determination.

With an open heart and an insatiable thirst for growth, I embrace the boundless possibilities that lie ahead, knowing that with each challenge overcome and each lesson learned, I emerge stronger, wiser, and infinitely more radiant.

Wild expanse, where trails unwind,
I find solace, leaving cares behind.
Each step a rhythm, each breath a song,
Nature’s embrace, where I belong.

With family, friends, and faithful hound,
Our laughter echoes, joy unbound.
Through forests deep and mountains tall,
Together, we conquer, standing tall.

The open skies, a canvas vast,
Painted with memories that forever last.
In the heart of wilderness, we roam,
Exploring, adventuring, finding home.

Through sunlit meadows and dream filled nights,
We journey on, beneath heaven’s lights.
For in the great outdoors, we thrive,
Living, hiking, camping, truly alive.

The cacophony of life’s bustling crowd,
Amidst the chaos, a presence serene,
A soul with depths, an aura so profound,
Embracing silence, where wisdom is seen.

Their gaze, a beacon in the misty haze,
With empathy’s reach, they understand,
In every word, a melody that sways,
In every silence, a comforting hand.

With quiet grace, they navigate the storm,
Their heart a haven for the weary soul,
In their embrace, fears find their reform,
As compassion’s tide makes broken spirits whole.

In meeting them, a revelation springs,
A symphony of empathy, so rare,
Their presence, like a gentle breeze that sings,
An oasis of solace in life’s affair.

As the sun begins its slow descent,
we step into the park, leashes in hand,
tails wagging a rhythmic beat,
paws patter softly on the welcoming earth.

The late afternoon sun throws long shadows,
stretching like lazy cats across the grass,
our steps trace the well-worn paths
where trees stand tall in silent observation.

Around us, the park lives in golden hours,
light filters through leaves, painting patterns on the ground,
while our companions, noses to the breeze,
decode the day’s lingering tales.

With every step, the sky transforms,
from vibrant blues to the soft blush of twilight,
colors deepen as daylight wanes,
urging us along with the promise of a show.

We move together, a quiet symphony of steps and breaths,
marked by the jingle of tags, the gentle panting of friends.
Her presence, a soothing balm to the week’s harsh edges,
makes the weight of days seem lighter, more bearable.

As the sun dips closer to the horizon,
casting everything in a warm, farewell glow,
the world turns a brilliant orange,
edging into deep pinks as the sun makes its final bow.

Night begins to whisper as it sinks out of sight,
side by side, we watch this daily miracle,
walking until the light fades completely.
In her company, the hard week slips away,
melted by each step, each breath,
in the park, where day ends with a flourish.

In the hollow where truth should nest,
Lies weave their restless webs—
Spun silk that catches light,
Reflects the sun in deceitful sparkles.

I despise the shimmer,
The gloss that coats the rough, unvarnished reality,
Where words should weigh with the gravity of honesty
But float, instead, light and empty.

Had we but planted seeds of sincerity,
Would our garden have bloomed brighter?
Truth—the water, the sun, the fertile soil—
Ignored for the invasive spread of sweet falsehoods.

Each lie, a betrayal,
A ghost that haunts the quiet corridors of trust,
Echoing in the spaces where laughter once lived,
Leaving chill shadows in its wake.

I wish—oh, how I wish—
For a past painted in true hues,
Not this mosaic of broken promises,
Sharp-edged, cutting deep each time I dare to touch.

Yet, here I stand, amid the wreckage of could-have-beens,
Dreaming of a landscape where truth stands proud,
Where lies are but withered vines,
Removed, and remembered no more.

I really liked them, it’s too bad—
Their charm, a mirage on this barren field,
Compelling even as it misled,
A regrettable beauty in the art of deception.

And yet, I don’t need the drama,
For my life already dances with too much storm and strife,
Adding falsehoods to the fray
Is a game I can no longer afford to play.

He watches her traverse unseen boundaries.
Her beauty, a silent, endless poem,
stirs the air — she commands it like a queen.

Yet, it’s not just her face that captures him,
but the fierce intellect that defines her brow.
She moves through mysteries with the art of an oracle,
engaging deeply in every present dialogue.

They discuss faith, politics, gender —
in these conversations, she remains steadfast,
her presence both rare and vibrant,
fully engaged in every topic they unfold.

Their gender identities differ,
adding layers to her complexity,
enhancing the wonder he finds in her.

Open, honest, unafraid,
her words cascade with clarity and brilliance.
Additionally, oh, her cookies — masterpieces in their own right!

As they explore vastness of thought together,
More align in her gaze.
He looks forward to the future,
to knowing her more as time passes.

In the hush of my mind’s mist,
I dwell among shadows that dance,
beneath the silent, watching moon.
Creatures of the night, they whisper,
gleaming in the creases of the dark.

I breathe in the cool air—thick with secrets,
and taste the sweet intoxication of the unseen.
Every rustle, a call to wild abandon,
every howl, a hymn to the unrestrained.

Yet within this symphony of whispers,
there stirs one—gorgeous creature of my night,
captivating beyond the veil of darkness,
in her gaze, a tempest, a silent promise of delight.

Her presence, a constant echo in my mind,
a haunting melody, relentless, undenied.
With every fleeting shadow, I see her silhouette,
a vision that stirs the calm I struggle to protect.

Yet I, a keeper of calm,
bind myself to the mast of self-control,
sailing through this sea of shadows
with the compass of my will.

Here, in the heart of chaos,
where desire and darkness blend,
I find my strength, my sovereign core—boldly optimistic —
a light that never yields to the encroaching storm.

Self-control, my silent guardian,
holding back the tide,
allowing me to walk with beasts,
and gaze upon her beauty, yet never be consumed.

I wait for her, when she, one day, appears through the mist.

Before dawn lifts its veil,
I remain caught in the dimming glow of neon dreams,
laughter echoing, cradled by the night’s embrace.
Shadows sketch longing on my walls—
quick smiles fleeting like comet trails in the dark.

I’ve mastered the art of letting go,
not from fading desire but from its overwhelming blaze,
a star imploding in a silent sky.
Night sets the scene—a living tableau of festivity,
glasses chiming like distant bells, eyes weaving fragile promises.

As the dark recedes, I stand watch,
under the quiet scrutiny of street lamps and distant constellations—
a muted battleground between transient yearnings
and the enduring ground beneath my feet.

Time, relentless, sculpts valleys where laughter once reigned,
and ghosts waltz in the margins of my joy.
To the encroaching light, I confess: night’s allure is a vanishing spell,
embracing the fleeting beauty of what cannot stay.

This solitude, chosen away from day’s sharp gaze,
fortifies me, a stronghold against relentless waves.
Yet, in stillness, faith murmurs—a melody rising above the chaos,
urging reliance on something more profound than night’s embrace.

As daybreak’s arms encircle me, faith glows,
a beacon in the new light, grounding me wholly,
beyond the night’s sweet, turbulent hold.
No longer solitary, now steered by the steady light of faith,
I navigate through ephemeral desires,
anchored by a conviction stronger than night’s whimsical pull.

Above, God watches—ever vigilant,
offering strength, a sanctuary from my lesser urges.
Yet in the shadows, the Devil waits, eager for a stumble,
his whispers threading through the dark,
a sinister counterpoint to the celestial choir.

I choose this—
to keep the night at a gentle remove, embracing dawn’s whisper,
where faith speaks in clear tones,
guiding my steps, a chosen bond to deeper truths,
the persistent heartbeat under night’s ephemeral pulse,
between divine watchfulness and the temptation that lurks in shadow.

Or do I.

In all the hours, a question lingers,
dense as fog, elusive as the wisp of a dream fading at dawn:
Whom to trust—
the heart, the head, or the soul?

The heart, impulsive drummer,
beats a rhythm of raw desires,
singing ballads of love and ruin
in the same breath, unguarded,
a tempest in the chest.

The head, a solemn librarian,
archives facts and files reason,
building bridges over chaos
with cold, calculated steps,
a fortress of thought, akin to an ancient relic
sought by Indiana Jones, mysterious yet clear in purpose.

The soul, ancient and whispering,
wanders the corridors of being,
seeing through the veil of now
into the eternal, where time
softens like twilight into stars.

Each beckons from its chamber,
a siren call to the shores of decision:
Heart pulses with fervent blood,
Head plots the longitude of logic,
Soul breathes the air of beyond.

In the weaving of their voices,
what emerges?
Is wisdom the winner,
or is it love, or perhaps a knowing
deeper than the dark roots of the earth?

Trust, then, might not be a choosing of sides
but a quiet harmony, a blending,
where heart, head, and soul—
each a note in a chord—
sing together, a resonant truth.

There, in the symphony of self,
trust what aligns, what balances,
what brings peace to the innermost,
for in the confluence of these three,
you find the map of your true north, like Indy finding his way
through labyrinthine caves, guided by the glow of his own resolve.

Quiet hours, paint the sky,
whispers float on still water.
We lay ourselves bare, stripped of the world’s guise,
speaking in tones as soft as our bond—
a dance of closeness tingling with silent fire.

Words transform into beads of light,
Seductive into a tight delivery.
Each confession a mystery plucked,
revealing the tender heart beneath,
moist with the dew of intimacy.

Your gaze meets mine—a mirror deep and true,
reflecting a mutual yearning.
We exchange our fears, our dreams, our pains,
all while the pulse of our desire thickens the air.

With each tale of sorrow, of joy,
our spirits mingle, rooting deeply,
drawn by a magnetic pull,
our bodies echoing the call of entwined souls.

Here, in this sacred space carved from time,
our selves intertwine, ascend—
two vines twisting upward, bending,
comforted by the quiet assurance of being known,
and electrified by the thrill of being ardently wanted, friend

Upon the digital expanse where Star Wars memes in pixels dance,
My fingers tap a rhythmic code, a Yoda wise in his abode.
Adventure. Excitement. A Jedi craves not these things, I text with ease,
Best friend responds with lightsaber’s hum, memes are our shared galaxy’s breeze.

We volley back with vigor, images of Vader’s stark command,
Finding her your lack of faith disturbing, sending gifs with a laughing brand.
Her quick retort, a playful joust, troopers missing shots without a doubt,
We’re doomed!, our banter threads through time.

Kenobi’s smirk, a cheerful haunt, Hello there! our battle taunt,
Replied with wit, a swift retort, I know!, scores the court.
Memes as ships, our banter’s fleet, navigating conversations sweet,
The Force itself in digital form, connections warm as Tatooine’s storm.

Anakin stands, the high ground claims, our laughter in these gif games remains,
With Emperor’s glare, Do it, dared, through screens our chuckles shared.
Thus in the stars, our bond does grow, with every meme and text we show,
Woven through a web of tales, where friendship, like the Force, prevails.

On mobile’s stage, our chats do play, characters in a farce, relayed
By icons, gifs, and scenes retold, in the glow of phones we hold.
No star too distant nor joke too old, in the universe where stories unfold,
Our friendship spans the cosmos wide, with Star Wars by our side.

Quiet rooms, memory’s gentle keep,
Whispered echoes softly tread the halls,
My friend now walks, beneath grief’s heavy shawl,
For her aunt, whom cancer stole from sleep.

Was told she fought 3 years with grace, as warriors do, so deep
Her courage, standing firm as fortress walls.
Yet even she, to nature’s order, falls,
And leaves behind a wound both raw and steep.

She was my friends summer’s warmth, the heart’s reprieve,
A beacon bright against the encroaching night.
Her laughter and support, once a brook so quick to weave
Its sparkling path, now fades from earthly sight.

Yet, even stars must dim, as we believe,
And end their watch within the vault of night.
Thus, in the shadow of her final flight,
They will gather close, and for her absence grieve.

But let us not be swallowed by despair,
For she, in us, finds life anew each day.
In whispered words that ease the sting of care,
Her spirit lingers, never far away.

Though now she walks the fields of asphodel,
Her love remains, a never-fading spell.
In quiet thoughts, where fond reflections dwell,
All hold her close, and bid a soft farewell.

In a world unsure, where shadows blend with light,
One might have found a kindred spirit’s sight,
A reflection not of flaws, but virtues bright,
A vision of completeness, burning ever so right.

Though caution’s voice murmurs of potential pain,
Boldness grips firmer, its whisper to sustain;
Optimism fuels the heart’s ardent campaign,
To traverse this promising terrain.

What fortune lies in life’s vast, open hand,
To find a soul that echoes an inner band,
In their eyes, a familiar spark may land,
Kindling hope where together they might stand.

Together, their halves may merge into a whole,
Stronger united, achieving every goal,
In step, their paths create a shared scroll,
Foundation of love, a resilient soul.

Onward they journey with hearts entwined,
Where in their smiles, fears unwind;
The path is long, the climb inclined,
Yet, together, no mystery left behind.

Shadowed hall where whispers cling like vines,
I stand ‘twixt trust and caution, lost in thought.
How oft I yearn to bridge this chasm deep,
To cross where candor flows, where secrets sleep.

Your words, like autumn leaves, fall soft and sweet,
Yet underneath, the chill of doubt remains.
Each tender phrase, though warmly clothed in smiles,
Hides thorns that prick my heart and test its wiles.

Oh, would that I could drink from friendship’s cup,
And find within its depths no bitter drop.
But past betrayals, like specters in the gloom,
Lurk silently—the heralds of my doom.

So here I stand, where trust and caution meet,
A sentinel at wary vigil kept.
With every gentle word, the scales I weigh,
For in the game of hearts, the wise must play.

Yet hope, that starlit voyager of night,
Whispers of a dawn where fear takes flight.
Perhaps in time, your constancy will show
The truth of hearts, and trust, like rivers, flow.

A hushed café, whispers weave the air,
A sudden laughter dances, bright and clear.
She sits, unclaimed by the worry of the day,
Her smile a cleaving sword to mundane cares.

Her eyes, alive with fires of kindled thought,
Reflect the world, a vision newly wrought.
As rivers flow and bend through earthen art,
Her words, a stream, run coolly through my heart.

She stirs her drink; the ice cubes gently clink,
Like distant bells from some forgotten shrine.
I listen, rapt, as if each subtle sound
She makes could map the contours of my mind.

Her ease, her peace, a breath of crisp new dawn,
She walks in worlds that I have never drawn.
The commonplace, through her bright eyes, becomes
A landscape bathed in morning’s rosy suns.

I venture forth, emboldened by her gaze,
To cross the space where solitude might reign.
Her hand extends, a bridge across the void,
And in her grasp, my pulse is quick, unfeigned.

A meeting cast on destiny’s wide loom,
She is the breeze that stirs a stagnant room,
The verse complete when only half was planned,
In her, life’s simple beauties grandly stand.

In a world quiet, under a vast, unyielding sky,
whispers dance on the breeze, a symphony so sly,
a chorus of longing, soft cries that never die,
under the constant gaze of stars, guardians that never lie.

Two souls, fate’s design intricately twined,
find peace where light and shadow meld, undefined,
each look a spark, every touch redefined,
delving into passion’s realm, with grace combined.

Words hang silent, like dawn breaking free,
their spirits converse without sound, a sea
of profound connection, reshaping reality,
with each tender touch, they navigate their odyssey.

As the world awakens, caressed by the first light,
lovers tread tales wide as horizons in sight,
a defiance of time, a bond so right,
with the simplest of touches, they claim their plight.

Their story unfolds, passion painted in strokes bold,
a narrative of desire, sacrifices untold,
on life’s vast canvas, their future foretold,
an eternity promised, in their hearts, they hold.

In destiny’s dance, their truth unveiled,
with the warmth of an embrace, in light bathed,
the splendor of a moment, in love hailed,
their tale, an endless weave, in brightness scaled.

In whispers, where desires light, Beneath the crescent’s tender, sighing, A place lies hidden from the common sight, A meadow where only the true hearts go.

The voice, a dream’s soft touch, Entwines with the fierce plea, a flow Of longing, tender in its flight, A chorus from the depths below.

Somewhere I want to know, paths unseen, Heart’s silent yearning, its echo loud, A field of dreams, in moonlight’s sheen, Where desires, like seeds, are sown unbowed.

Passion, a tempest, wild, untamed, A storm of want, fierce and free, A longing deep, unnamed, The eternal child’s plea.

Together, their voices weave a storm Of shadows, light, and dark entwined, A haven where desires form, In heart’s secret, their traces we find.

In this blend, soft yet fierce, A refuge found, a mystical glen, Where yearnings met, hearts pierced, By the song of somewhere we only know, then.

Let us wander into the embracing night, Guided by them, to where dreams flow, To that place of insight, out of sight, Somewhere, somewhere I want to know.

Echoes dance and play,
Beneath the gaze,
A whisper travels through the world,
A glimpse into the less seen, less known.
Echoes soft within the dark,
Entwining silence with whispered mark,
Projecting tales upon our minds,
Where hidden truths and stories bind.

Here, silence meets with echoes bold,
Stretching through the spaces cold,
In silent ballets of the unseen,
Revealing what lies in between.
They move in corners of our sight,
A dance of day encroached by night,
Revealing all that’s hidden from view,
A world that’s both old and new.

Each echo holds a tale untold,
A silent guardian of stories old,
Secrets whispered from the past,
Of dreams and days that could not last.
They inspire journeys deep and wide,
Where light’s afraid, in echoes hide,
Yet from this silence, sound is born,
In quiet depths, new ideas are sworn.

This world of echoes, vast and deep,
Promises secrets it will keep.
In every silence, truth can hide,
Waiting for the keen to bide.
Not just silence, but sound too,
A canvas for our deepest view,
Where unseen things hold just as much light
As all that’s seen by day and night.

We live amongst these echoed dances,
Carrying on the legacy of chances,
Reminded that in silence and sound’s embrace,
Lies the essence of our shared space—
A balance delicate and fine,
A motion that will always dine
On echoes not as mere silence,
But as proof of sound’s relentless dance,
And in this silent, echoed speech,
We find the soul’s farthest reach.

Sadened aftermath of his silver years might,
an empty chair will sit, silhouetted against his fading light,
once a fortress of stories and laughter,
now a silent monument to memories
fading under the creeping mist of dementia.

Through the window, the world whispers
in tones of twilight and shadow,
echoing the presence of a patriarch—
a guiding star dimming
in the vast, unknowable night of forgetting.

Idle shoes by the door,
Will no longer tread earth’s paths,
will no longer echo in the halls of his home.
A journey pauses before the map fully unfolds,
his steps uncertain, his mind adrift
in a sea where memories and moments of love blend.

Generations stand, like autumn poised to fall,
bearing the weight of impending loss,
her branches trembling
in the starkness of anticipated absence.

The granddaughter, now a strong wonderful woman, stands
between the pillars of his lineage—
grandfather,
hero of childhood tales, turning into a legend.
To the one lost in the mind’s fog,
She is not an angel as told, but a beacon of patience and understanding,
navigating through the minds mist with a guiding loving hand.

She carries his legacy in the making,
a weave of love and looming loss,
a book of what is and what might soon be,
written with inks of sorrow and strength,
a cloak to wear into the dawning of new days.

For in the echo of his presence,
in the spaces he still fills,
lies the resonance of his being—
a call to remember, to cherish,
and to walk onward,
bearing his light into the future,
a wind in the twilight,
guiding him home,
even as the night has not yet fully fallen. He will always carry on now and forever – in her.

Navigating the maze of my mind, I tread softly, A silent seeker amidst the cacophony of thoughts. My own steps reverberate, marking time in a place where time seems lost, A solitary journey into the recesses of self.

This endeavor, marked by its intensity, demands more than mere persistence. It’s an exploration of the inner terrains, rugged and untamed, Where burdens weigh heavy, unseen but deeply felt, Each forward movement a testament to past struggles, resilience, and the scars we bear.

The path ahead mirrors the complexities within, Twisting and turning through the shadows and light of my own making. Here, I search not for answers but for understanding, Finding questions, fears, dreams in the stillness that speaks loudest.

They say, “Find yourself,” as though it were straightforward, Yet this journey unfolds not as a discovery but as a creation. Amidst the darkness, truth finds me, unfiltered and sharp, A reflection of my inner world, stark and unadorned.

Here, pain transforms, not into a narrative of victimhood, but one of growth, Marked by the scars of the soul, each a testament to transformation. The quest continues with unwavering resolve, a confrontation with the void, Gathering the scattered pieces of myself, like constellations in the night.

It’s a battle waged within, a quest for inner peace amidst turmoil, Seeking silence in the uproar, finding my voice in the quiet. This search reveals a strength, a clarity, Unveiling the paradox that in seeking, I uncover what was always present.

Moving forward, I carry my past, not as a burden, but as a banner, Each step a declaration, each breath a choice. This journey, this search, transcends mere discovery, Unfolding as an odyssey of the soul, where the true journey is the voyage itself.

In the depths of my being, a realization dawns, The answers sought were always part of me, Embedded in the chaos, whispered in the silence, In the heart of the search, I find not just myself but a resilience, profound and enduring.

Mystery’s embrace, we play a game most foul, A dance of shadows, where whispered vows howl. Our hearts entwined in a deceitful spree, A paradox of love’s own treachery.

We circle, locked in a masquerade of touch, With every caress, our desires clutch. A fiery passion, veiled as cruel jest, A heart’s gambit, where no soul finds rest.

Beneath the moon’s cold, indifferent gaze, We lay bare our souls, through the night’s haze. In your eyes, a tempest, wild and gray, Reflecting my own turmoil, in disarray.With urgency, a hunger deep and raw, In halls of shadowed longing, we withdraw. A whisper, fierce, a promise in the dark, A plea for union, where passion sparks.

This game we play, a cruel, twisted fate, Binding us tighter, through love and hate. An endless cycle of joy and despair, In this dance, a love beyond compare.Our promises, like whispers in the night, Fleeting, yet charged with a desperate plight. For in this dance, we both seek and fear, A connection so profound, yet unclear.

A battleground, not of swords, but of souls, Where control is lost, and surrender, our goal. A declaration, bold, yet laced with dread, In this night, where caution we willingly shed.

Against the backdrop of a starless sky, We dare to love, though it tears us awry. A paradox, where love and destruction meet, In every defeat, our hearts still beat.In the shadows, we find our deepest truth, A testament to the folly of youth. Yet, in this game, where we both come undone, A unity, in the tearing, is won.

So let us dance, amidst fear and delight, For in the darkness, we find our light. A wicked game, where love is the art, In the tearing, we discover our heart.

Depths, where silence meets the mind, A wanderer roams, his thoughts a tangled skein. He searches deep within, a path to find, Through storm and strife, through loneliness and pain.

His heart, a battlefield of doubt and fear, Confronts the ghosts of past, of loss, of grief. With every step, the echoes draw near, In every shadow, he seeks relief.

But light, though faint, in distance yet does glow, A beacon for the weary, lost in night. It calls him forth, to face his inner foe, To conquer darkness with his inner light.

Through trials that test the strength of will and soul, He finds his voice, his purpose, his role. A journey not of miles, but of growth, To understand, to heal, to take control.

The silence breaks, the shadows start to fade, As wisdom, like a river, flows and fills. The wanderer, once lost, has found his way, His burden lightened by newfound skills.

In solitude, he found a crowd of thoughts, In silence, found the music of his heart. The search, it seems, was not for what was sought, But for the peace from knowing who thou art.

The glow of dawn, where light spills
Gentle and promising, my heart dances
On the edge of tomorrow, alive with the echoes
Of laughter soon to return,
In halls soon to be filled with the pitter-patter of joy.

Eight days, a brief interlude, a pause
In the endless symphony of our togetherness,
Each moment a note held in suspense,
Waiting to resolve in the warmth
Of embraces, in the sharing of twilight tales.

The spaces around me, brimming with the silence
Of anticipation, whisper of reunions bright
With the colors of missed stories, missed moments,
Soon to be reclaimed,
As the day reclaims the night.

I count each sunrise as a promise,
Each sunset, a step closer to the chorus
Of our laughter mingling, to the rhythm
Of our life resuming in the beautiful chaos
Of togetherness, of shared dreams.

For now, I cherish the memories, a treasure trove
Of love that stretches, unbroken, through days,
Through distance, a golden bridge of smiles,
Of whispered “I miss you”s, soon to be replaced
With the joy of “Welcome back”, and our world,
Once more vibrant, once more complete.

Within the many chambers of my mind,
A tempest rages, fierce, unkind.
Its grip, a vice of pain, unyielding, cold,
Yet in this storm, a duty to uphold.

For though my head doth ache, my heart remains,
Bound to the roles my life sustains.
A friend, a father, in the throes of pain,
I must persist, my warmth, my love maintain.

The laughter of my child, a balm so sweet,
A friend in need, their troubles to meet.
These are the beacons through the fog of ache,
The reason, the strength, for which I dare not break.

How strange it is, this duality of life,
Amidst the turmoil, the stress, and strife,
To find the very essence of our being,
In love and care, beyond the pain, all-seeing.

So let the headache rage, its fury spend,
For it cannot diminish, cannot bend
The spirit of a father, friend so true,
Whose love shines bright, and ever anew.

And in this dance of pain and duty bound,
A deeper strength, a solace is found.
For in the giving, in the love we share,
The pain diminishes, becomes easier to bear.

Thus, I tread this path, both rough and steep,
A vigil in my heart, a promise to keep.
To be the anchor in the stormy sea,
A friend, a dad, is what I choose to be.

In the quiet of night, under stars that watch and whisper,
A warmth blooms, gentle as the morning’s first light.
It unfolds, soft and inviting, like dawn’s tender kiss,
Her love, a hearth in the chill of life’s night.

In the haven of her arms, a sanctuary from the storm,
Where dreams soar on wings of freedom, unchained, reborn,
Her touch, a silent symphony, wet and melding, in quiet accord,
In her embrace, the truest peace, a treasure hoarded and adored.

Beyond this refuge, life’s tumult rages, fierce and unforgiving,
Yet fades to mere shadows, against her warmth, so life-giving.
In her hold, time’s relentless march is sweetly stilled,
And in its pause, love’s blossom, tenderly nurtured, is fulfilled.

Beneath the moon’s soft glow, a solitary beacon in the night,
Within her embrace, souls take flight.
This communion, her love, ethereal and profound,
A haven from life’s tempest, where true solace is found.

Let us cherish these moments, precious and sweet,
In the warmth of her love, where two hearts meet.
Here, in silent communion, no masks, no pretense,
Lies our solace, our peace, our heart’s deepest recompense.

In the uncharted depths of mind, where thoughts
March like dawn’s early light, a field
Of potential lies, vibrant and bright, where shadows
Dance, not to darken, but to highlight the day’s warmth.
Here, overcoming, the very triumph, the heart of growth,
Ignites the glow from which courage and clarity breathe.

Here stands the soul, resilient and bold, embracing
The light of hope, a beacon against the dusk, confronting
The specter of doubt, an adversary
That mirrors our deepest strengths, not fears.
The struggle, a journey within, fuels growth,
Shaping resilience, casting a larger, more luminous light.

The rhythm of courage beats, undaunted, across
The mind’s open meadows, where trust and bravery, like pioneers,
Chart new paths, building bridges over voids,
Turning emptiness into fields ripe with possibility.
It is the steadfast battle, the relentless pursuit of light,
That nourishes the spirit, kindling a relentless dawn.

In this relentless journey, strength is discovered,
In nights of contemplation, in the embrace of challenge, a resolve,
Steady and profound, a beacon in the gentle night,
Guiding towards tranquility, illuminating the path forward.
For in the heart of engagement, within the embrace of trial,
Blooms the flower of resilience, the promise of a new day.

In the midst of engagement, vibrant and full, where
Shadows serve to outline the light, a serene courage flourishes,
Unmistakable, a determination to stand tall,
To welcome the dawn, to celebrate the light’s return.
It’s in embracing life’s dance that the soul learns to soar,
To spread its wings, on breezes of hope and renewal.

The soul, engaged, learns to channel its essence,
Transforming every challenge into stepping stones, turning
Every moment into opportunities for growth, a power
To rise, to embrace the boundless sky.
With every step, every breath, every tear, the spirit
Grows lighter, more joyful, learning the art of soaring on winds of change.

In the light of hope that dances, unbound by despair’s embrace,
Here unfolds a verse, a narrative of a singular grace.
For in my core, a fervor lives, its brilliance does not wane,
A testament to strength untold, that thrives in sun and rain.

Not tethered by the shadows of a heartache’s heavy chain,
I stand amid life’s fiercest storms, a figure of disdain
For her who chose to look away, to journey forth alone,
Blind to the luminescence that, by my essence, was shown.

With every stride, I conquer grief, the void where love once lay,
Not a path of solitude, but a triumphant foray.
For I am reborn, from despair’s grip, in glory anew,
A force of nature, bold and fierce, a vision ever true.

The tale I tell is not of loss, but of a chapter new,
A testament to self-worth’s climb, under the vast sky’s blue.
So let the gales of fortune blow, let the tempests descend,
Within my soul, a truth burns bright, on no one do I depend.

I am a gem, rare and sought, a victory hard-earned,
A mystery, a work of art, for which passion burned.
And those who walk away will glimpse, from distant, cold shores,
The brilliance she forsook, now veiled by life’s closed doors.

Yet forward I will tread, my spirit fiercely unbowed,
A testament to all that’s grand, in both silence and loud.
For even through the steepest climbs, and through the night’s deep throng,
Within my heart, the journey’s mine, a resilient, undying song.

This poem, a homage to the spirit’s unyielding plea,
Is but a humble ode to self, to all that I decree.
For even as affection fades, and shadows may seem to bind,
I stand in greatness, undimmed, a treasure rare to find. That woman will search a lifetime to find.

Beneath the twilight’s soft and gentle hue,
She stands, her heart a bastion of pure love,
A mother’s care, as tender as a dove.
Her precious children, to her heart so true,
Depart, and in their absence, life renews.

“O steadfast guardian, mother kind and wise,
Your love, a boundless sea, both deep and wide,
Though parted, in their hearts, you’ll always reside.
In every giggle, every tearful sigh,
Your spirit lives, a love that never dies.

Do not see parting as an empty space,
But as a time where cherished memories brew.
In every dream and whispered ‘I love you’,
Your essence dwells, a warm and loving grace.
In every joy, your heart finds its place.

So take this time, a moment’s restful peace,
Embrace the solitude, for love has sown
Its seeds in hearts you’ve nurtured and have grown.
In your resilience, their strength will not cease,
In you, they find their calm and sweet release.

The cycle turns, and soon the day will come,
Your lives entwined like threads in tapestry.
Till then, embrace your heart’s sweet symphony,
In solitude, your spirit’s quiet hum,
Awaiting love’s reunion, sure to come.

In silent thoughts, your image softly lies,
Guided by God, ‘neath His watchful skies.
Our words, they flow like streams of light divine,
In this connection, our spirits entwine.

His presence felt in every word we speak,
A guiding force, when words alone are weak.
Our souls in conversation, a heavenly dance,
In every dialogue, His blessings enhance.

This bond of ours, more than mere flesh or bone,
A spiritual link, in His grace, we’ve grown.
With every thought, His kindness shines through,
In my mind’s eye, I always return to you.

Our talks, like prayers, echo in the night,
Illuminated by love’s eternal light.
Each sentence shared, a testament so true,
In each reflection, my heart turns to you.

Together we stand, with faith as our embrace,
God’s guiding hand, in every step we trace.
In our union, our spirits softly blend,
With His guidance, the hope it will never end.

In this hushed world, where solitude reigns,
I want a soul unlike any, in quiet lanes.
Their eyes, bright as stars in night’s embrace,
Turn the day into celestial grace.

A voice, soft as the rain’s gentle fall,
Each word a melody, a soothing call.
Laughter, a bell’s clear, joyful ring,
In its sound, my heart begins to sing.

In my thoughts they weave a deep and wondrous tale,
In every line, life’s secrets unveil.
Words flow, capturing my mind in flight,
In their insight, my soul finds light.

Their text, like a gentle sunbeam’s kiss,
Illuminates my world, fills the abyss.
In their words, a universe of kindness shows,
In that light, my heart finds repose.

Each word, a testament of gentle care,
A soul so pure, a sight beyond compare.
Their very being, a marvel to see,
A story of her flesh’s warmth, where I long to be.

Here I lye, in wonderment and awe,
In their magic, I willingly withdraw.
For in this soul, a vast world I see,
A fascination that forever captures me.

Does she exist?

In the chill of late-night talks and shared Spotify tracks,
We found a groove, a kind of magic, no drama, just the facts.
A friendship popped up from the blue, like a surprise hit song,
Two souls in a vast world, feeling like we just belong.

Movies became our thing, you know, those nights with opinions and chill,
Marvel, indie, fuck’d up dramas, we watched with a wetness thrill.
Our tastes in films, a mixed bag, but always on the same page,
Laughing and surprises at the screen, actors on our imaginary stage.

Then there’s our playlist, shit, a mixtape of our best,
industrial, indie, some old-school rock, punk, a blend of perfect rhymes.
Each track a memory, a vibe, a piece of us,
Jamming at the gym or at work, without any fuss.

Sitting in the dark, just us, each alone and the glow of the TV light,
Getting lost in other worlds, but finding ours, feeling just right.
Side by side at a distance, no need for words, in the silence, we understood,
This friendship’s something special, something real and something good.

Our Spotify sessions, a diary of beats and lyrics shared,
Songs that see us through the highs and lows, showed how much we cared.
From the bass drops to the acoustic solos, each note a part of our story,
Music, the backdrop of our bond, in all its glory.

Even though it’s only been a short ride, feels like we’ve been here forever,
In the laughs, the silent moments, the crazy endeavors.
Friendship isn’t about the time, it’s about the moments that stick,
And with you, every moment, every meme, just clicks.

So here’s to the movies, the tunes, the laughs that never end,
To the quiet moments, the crazy times to come, knowing we can depend
On each other, come what may,
In this fast-forward world, we’ve got our own replay.

So let’s keep this playlist going, let the movie marathon run,
Friendship like ours, under the sun or stars, it’s all about fun.
For in this whirlwind life, with its ups and downs,
We’ve got a friendship that rocks, crowns without the crowns.

In reverence, my hand does dare to trace
The contour of her grace, her inner space.
A journey slow, where every inch I pace,
Is hallowed ground, my heart begins to race.

Upon her thigh, a path so softly laid,
A whisper of touch, a silent serenade.
Her warmth invites, in light and shadow played,
A silent pact between the two of us made.

This touch, a language without need for speech,
A dialogue, where souls in silence reach.
A longing filled, where words could never breach,
In every caress, a lesson each to each.

The heat that rises, a silent, fervent plea,
A connection deep as the boundless sea.
In this touch, a binding unity,
A moment captured, eternal, free.

To venture close, where fire and longing meet,
Her inner thigh, a threshold, bittersweet.
A touch that makes two separate heartbeats complete,
In this communion, our existence is replete.

Under the veil of night, our world becomes an intimate stage, lit by the silver glow of the moon through the window, casting shadows that dance upon our skin. The air is charged with the anticipation of unspoken desires finally given voice, a symphony of heartbeats in the quiet before the storm.

Your touch, a spark igniting the kindling of my longing, traces paths of fire across my skin, mapping the landscape of a yearning held captive by time. Each caress is a discovery, a revelation of secrets whispered in the dark, a communion of souls that have yearned, silently, across the chasm of days unspent together.

In this sacred space, where the world falls away, leaving only the truth of us, your eyes meet mine, a mirror reflecting the depths of desires unfulfilled, now awakening. Your lips, a promise of ecstasy, find mine in a kiss that speaks of storms and tempests, of gentle rains and the soothing calm that follows.

Our bodies become a dialogue of passion, words unnecessary when every movement, every breath, tells the story of longing transformed into fulfillment. The heat between us builds, a crescendo of sensation, as we move together in the dance of those finally home. The boundaries between us blur, skin to skin, breath to breath, until there is no distinction, only the unity of being entwined.

As the night deepens, we explore the boundless universe of each other’s being, discovering galaxies of pleasure in the constellation of our union. Every moment is a revelation, every touch a testament to the journey that led us here, to this pinnacle of desire.

And when the dawn whispers its arrival, painting the sky with the first light of a world reborn, we find ourselves still embraced, the echoes of our passion a soft melody in the air. In the afterglow, the silent language of our glances writes volumes of promises for all the days to come, a love story penned in the ink of our devotion.

Here, in the sanctuary of our joined hearts, we lie, the memory of the night a treasure kept within the vault of our souls. For in surrendering to the call of our desires, we have discovered not just each other, but the profound truth of connection, a love as deep and vast as the night sky itself, eternal and ever-renewing with the promise of each new day.

In the shadowed chambers of my quiet heart,
where echoes of your laughter used to dance,
there’s now a silence, so profound, so sharp,
it cuts through the fabric of chance.

Since you’ve been gone, the days blur into one,
an endless, colorless, sprawling sea,
where once the sunrise promised fun,
now dusk’s quiet whispers are all that greet me.

Inspired by your example, that anthem of lost love,
with its melody sweet, threading through sorrow’s weave,
it mirrors the void you left, the sky above,
devoid of stars, on this endless, sleepless eve.

You’ve taken with you more than I knew I had,
the light that once guided my every step.
Now I wander, aimless, endlessly sad,
mourning the warmth we shared, now bereft.

Yet, amidst this desolate, internal night,
where your absence weaves its cold, relentless spell,
I find a flicker of a new kind of light,
a strength born from the depths of this well.

In losing you, I was forced to confront,
the parts of me I thought were forever gone.
From this pain, a new resolve starts to blunt
the edges of my sorrow, leading me on.

This isn’t to say I don’t miss you still,
for every day brings with it your shadow,
but I’ve learned to move, to live, to feel,
to seek new joys in tomorrow’s glow.

Thank you, then, for this painful gift,
the lessons learned in the quiet after you left.
For in your absence, I found a rift that led me to me, heartbroken but deft.

From my soul, a soothing, haunting call,
a reminder that in loss, there’s rebirth,
a beacon for the heart, teaching it to crawl,
then walk, then run, towards its own worth.

In walks of life, where shadows meet the light,
And spirits soar beyond the grasp of night,
I bid thee, listen, for the path is clear,
Where virtue grows and vices disappear.

For flesh and Spirit, in their endless dance,
Contend within our hearts by chance or stance.
The former, luring with its siren song,
To paths where hearts grow weak, and wills less strong.

But heed the call that whispers from the soul,
The gentle urging that makes broken whole.
For in the Spirit’s grace, we find our peace,
Where strife and envy, jealousies, shall cease.

The deeds of flesh are chains that bind us tight,
In acts of discord, sowing seeds of spite.
But freedom calls in Spirit’s tender embrace,
Inviting us to a higher, nobler place.

In love and joy, in peace and patience too,
In kindness, goodness, faithfulness so true,
Gentleness and self-control, the marks of those
Who walk in Spirit, where the true light glows.

Let us not be conceited, nor provoke,
Nor envy others under yoke or cloak.
For all are called to live in harmony,
In step with Spirit, free and truly free.

Journeying forth, embracing destiny, we stand firm and free,
Guided by dreams and visions of what we can truly be.
In our own tale, heroes, quietly we evolve and weave,
Creating threads of a story, in which we deeply believe.

Guided by dreams and visions of what we can truly be,
Through peaks and valleys, across the vast, boundless sea.
Creating threads of a story, in which we deeply believe,
We navigate the intricate web of what we may achieve.

Through peaks and valleys, across the vast, boundless sea,
Where we confront our fears, face adversity with a plea.
We navigate the intricate web of what we may achieve,
Finding strength within, a powerful force we retrieve.

Where we confront our fears, face adversity with a plea,
We shape our destiny with the sculptor’s precise decree.
Finding strength within, a powerful force we retrieve,
In every tribulation faced, we find the belief to conceive.

We shape our destiny with the sculptor’s precise decree,
In stories written, the ink of perseverance, brave and free.
In every tribulation faced, we find the belief to conceive,
A hero’s essence, in our spirit, we begin to perceive.

In stories written, the ink of perseverance, brave and free,
Underneath the azure sky, across the turquoise, shimmering sea,
A hero’s essence, in our spirit, we begin to perceive,
In the saga of our being, we find the courage to believe.

Underneath the azure sky, across the turquoise, shimmering sea,
We etch our chapters with a hand that claims our destiny.
In the saga of our being, we find the courage to believe,
Journeying forth, embracing destiny, we stand firm and free.

We etch our chapters with a hand that claims our destiny,
In our own tale, heroes, quietly we evolve and weave.
Journeying forth, embracing destiny, we stand firm and free,
Creating threads of a story, in which we deeply believe.

In the quiet nightly whispers, a dad listens,
Echoes of dreams and soft breaths in stillness, he beams,
With every gentle touch, he sketches memories, crafted,
In the tender moments, he plants seeds of love, deeply rooted,
An enduring fortress, his arms create a sanctuary, shielding,
Stories spun, adventures begun, through time, gently yielding.

Life’s journey embarked, a vessel of wisdom, subtly yielding,
To the echoes of laughter and tears, attentively he listens,
Through storms and calm, his presence perpetually shielding,
Illuminating paths unknown with warm, guiding beams,
In the soil of compassion and courage, love perennially rooted,
A true existence with hands so lovingly crafted.

With words of wisdom and acts of kindness, lessons crafted,
He navigates through seas of change, resolute yet yielding,
In his eyes, the reflection of generations, sacredly rooted,
Whispers of ancestors, flowing through veins, he listens,
To the hymns of the past, lighting the future with hope’s beams,
With every challenge encountered, a relentless spirit, shielding.

In the theater of life, his role, ever-changing, always shielding,
A mosaic of experiences, from joy to sorrow, so beautifully crafted,
In the sanctuary of his heart, eternal love, ever so brightly beams,
Through the cascading waterfall of time, gracefully yielding,
He speaks, even in silence, a language only the heart listens,
His essence, an ancient tree with branches widely and deeply rooted.

Through seasons of existence, a life lushly and steadfastly rooted,
In the open field of vulnerability and strength, compassionately shielding,
He embraces every emotion, in joy and sorrow, profoundly listens,
With the chisel of experiences, a statue of wisdom, he has crafted,
Against the tides of life, steadfastly anchored, never fully yielding,
In the depth of the night, his love, like a lighthouse, ceaselessly beams.

Through cycles of moon and sun, his love unwaveringly beams,
In the forest of memories and dreams, his love enduringly rooted,
Along paths of roses and thorns, his spirit resilient, not easily yielding,
A guardian, a guide, through the voyage of life, courageously shielding,
An epic, an odyssey of fatherhood, so artfully and sincerely crafted,
Through the unseen and known, attentively he listens.

In every chapter scripted, his essence, timeless, gently beams,
Through seeds of love sown and blossoms of life rooted,
His spirit, a melody to which the universe listens, lovingly crafted.

In the solemness of the dimming light,
We find the echoes of lost days whispering.

Pain, like a subtle wind, twines through memories,
Whispers of what was, now shadows dancing fleetingly.

Hearts now wander amidst the ruins of past joys,
Seeking the comfort of forgotten smiles, touching softly.

Yet, the dawn, in its tender bloom, sings of new tales,
Hinting at worlds yet undiscovered, unwritten in our stars.

Each step forward, an inaudible goodbye to yesterdays,
We find courage masked in the silent tears, we silently shed.

In the garden of tomorrow, blossoms hope, resilient, bright,
Ushering in new beginnings, we find our path illuminated, light.

Mov’in on, a journey embarked not in the void, but soulful sojourn,
We carve out new echoes, replacing the mournful with vivacious concern.

Through the cascading veil of our own fears and apprehension,
Appears the delicate semblance of a future carved by our own intention.

And so, we breathe, slowly, inhaling the scents of tomorrow’s bloom,
Allowing the essence of newfound paths to gently consume.

We dance to the silent tunes of our own liberation,
Fingers entwined with tomorrow, caressing the sensation.

To move on is not to forget, but to softly place in the alcoves of our heart,
Moments that defined, times that were art.

In the gallery of memories, past does not fade, but quietly resides,
Guiding forward, as a subtle force that persistently abides.

Footprints etched upon the sands of time do not seek to be erased,
Merely understood, cherished, and in soft recollections, encased.

Mov’in forward, through portals of possibilities, diverse and wide,
Embracing the unknown, with open arms and hearts astride.

In the echoes of the old, we find threads that weave the new,
Adorning the future with fragments of what we once knew.

And so, we embark, with eyes gleaming of stories untold,
Step by gentle step, witnessing new chapters, bold and bold.

Let the ink of mov’in on gracefully script our tome so deep,
Through ventures unseen, where nascent dreams softly seep.

Cruel grip of fever cast,
Each moment stretching, tethered to the past.
Sickened heart, a weight so deep and vast,
Life’s cruel jest, this test, it seems, to last.

The world’s demands, they heed not my despair,
Drowning in misery, gasping for fresh air.
The ache, the burn, each cell screams, “It’s unfair!”
Yet grind I must, through this foul, muddied lair.

Every task, a mountain, steep and sheer,
Each step, a journey, fueled by dread and fear.
Oh, how it sucks, this ailment’s puppeteer,
Controlling me, my joy it does sear.

Desire for solace, for a moment free,
From fever’s chains and life’s harsh decree.
Yet trudge I on, in silent agony,
Hoping soon, from this torment, I’ll flee.