In the dark of night, when the world's at rest, A whispering muse stirs within my chest. She dances in shadows, a spirit untamed, Igniting the embers of creativity unnamed. She weaves through the pages of my weary mind, A tapestry of thoughts, both gentle and kind. In her eyes, the secrets of galaxies gleam, Guiding my pen with a celestial beam. With every stroke, she breathes life anew, Inspiring verses, both vibrant and true. Through her, I conjure worlds, both near and far, Crafting tales that sparkle like a distant star. She's the melody in the silence of my soul, The spark that ignites, making me whole. In her presence, words flow like a river's stream, Capturing the essence of a poet's dream. Yet, elusive she is, like a wisp in the air, Vanishing when I seek her, leaving me in despair. But I know she'll return, in her own mystic way, To inspire my pen, come what may. So I'll wait with bated breath, for her gentle touch, For she's the essence of art, I cherish
In the garden of the mind, where thoughts take flight, Branches of thought reach for the azure sky, Twisting, turning, in the soft moonlight, They dance and sway, never asking why. Each branch a path to a world unseen, Where dreams and memories intertwine, In the quiet depths, where shadows convene, Whispers of wisdom, ancient and fine. Some branches bear the weight of sorrow, Bowed low with burdens too heavy to bear, While others bloom with hope for tomorrow, Stretching towards the sun without a care. Oh, the branches of thought, how they grow, Through the seasons of joy and pain, They weave a tapestry, a tale to bestow, A symphony of the heart's refrain. So let us tend to this garden within, Nurture each branch with tender care, For in the branches of thought, we begin, To find the essence of who we are.
Midnight Lily
These arent my eyes,
I didnt ask to see this.
Black is not the colour I please.
Leave when I am blind like this,
Lock the door and take the keys.
Ill be fine but...
These arent my hands,
I didnt ask to touch this.
Cuts arent the blades I wish to please.
Leave when I am numb like this,
Wrap the cold until I freeze.
Ill be fine but...
These arent my ears,
I didnt ask to hear this.
To seep blood is not what I please.
Leave when I am deaf like this,
Scream the words and plant the seeds.
Ill be fine but...
This isnt my tongue,
I didnt ask to t
Hold my hand and fall asleep Dear
You havent rolled on hills,
hills of warm grass yet.
You havent felt the mists,
mists of fine clouds yet.
You havent swum in oceans,
oceans full of light honey yet.
You havent floated on lakes,
lakes of scented petals yet.
The clear moon hasnt glided down to you,
and shed its soft light on you.
The stars havent fallen yet,
wrapped you in their safety yet.
The fireflies havent drifted around you,
and lit up the path for you.
The dreams havent reached you yet,
lifted that weight off you yet.
Come,
hold my hand and fall asleep Dear.
This man wil
To Meet a True Friend
You look haggard and lost my friend,
and yet you smile?
Irony deserves nothing less old man.
How else would I have gotten here?
I thought you would have accepted that by now.
Acceptance is an ill-flavoured apple my friend;
and so you laugh?
Surely not at you, just what you say old man.
Acceptance is not such an apple.
Ill flavour, is to stop a child crying at night,
And stay awake just to hear his laugh in the morning.
But enough of that.
Certainly you have fought many battles like these?
And won my young friend, although
I fear you have lost a few too many?
One doesnt win when one is force
My Everything
My Love, you ask what you mean to me.
Im just a man.
Even He must have a God.
I asked for one.
I pray to two.
My Life, you ask if Id die for you.
Its just a life.
Even time must fear its loss.
I sought some years.
I got to live.
My Sweet, you ask if I will be true.
Its just a night.
Even suns think twice to set.
I crept for moons.
I got the world.
My Dear, you ask if Ill ever leave.
Its just a breeze.
Even leaves cry when they fall.
I asked for roots.
I got the woods.
My Breath, you ask if youre my heaven.
Its just a colour.
Even blood wants to be white.
I a