You, Again
Night brings you without apology.
You lie beside my thoughts
as if you have always belonged there,
as if forgetting were a language
my body never learned.
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Unsent
I tell myself: stop.
Enough ink, enough hunger.
Enough reaching across air.
But the words do not listen.
They spill from me
like water from a cracked jar,
like poems that learned your name
before they learned restraint. -
I Sit in Silence
I think of you
the way fruit
thinks of summer,
inevitably,
without impatience,
accepting sweetness
as a form of waiting. -
Embers
Perhaps one evening, when
the blue hour has
fallen like a soft
cloak over our shoulders,
we will find ourselves
in that quiet center,
the sacred hinge between
day and night where
breath takes the shape
of prayer. -
2025 | 30 Days of You | No Goddess | Princess
Remembered
And still, in rare quiet evenings,
I feel you like fading perfume,
a tender ache under my ribs,
a gift I could not keep,
a love unheld, yet once real. -
2025 | 30 Days of You | Musings | Princess
Luna
You are the quiet moon, Luna
you speak little,
but each word turns
the earth beneath me. -
Whatever This Is
And so
I let it be.
No forcing the current,
no rushing the sun.
Just one day,
then another,
on and on,
until whatever this is
becomes
what it’s meant to be. -
I Smile For You
I smile for you,
because love,
when it’s true,
is stronger than loud thunder,
gentler than falling leaves,
patient as the deep roots,
clinging to mountain’s dark heart. -
Rain and Remembrance
Now, only the echo of you
remains in the steam,
rising like a ghost
that refuses to forget the flavor
of our mornings. -
What Mends
Your pretty smile
is a hush beneath thunder,
a gentle harbor
in the stresses of man’s days.
The world shouts, breaks, and tumbles –
but you,
you are the smile
that mends it.
