He carried the weight of a love once lost,a heart still tender, counting the cost.The past returned, not for love’s embrace,but for a friend and a familiar face. The Magician called with a clever hand,yet left him empty, adrift on the sand.The Hermit whispered: “Keep your space,your light is found in a quieter place.” Yet... Continue Reading →
A Tender Tale the Cards Foresaw
So let them dance while dawn is near, a fleeting joy, a truth sincere. For though the ending waits, austere, their hearts still beat, if just this year. A tender tale the cards foresaw: a love he might cherish, yet withdraw from awe.
Eons Adrift
I watched you fade like the last light of a star,a dimming hope I couldn’t dare to name;I reached for you, not from afar,but from a breath away . . . and still, I let you wane.We stood at the edge of a second dawn,where love returned like a tide not yet too late,but I,... Continue Reading →
A Sonnet for the King of Cups
So here I vow, as sure as dawn's embrace, to stand by you, through every trial you'll face.
IX The Hermit
In solitude's embrace, I find my peace,away from clamor, turmoil's ceaseless roar,within the silence, my anxieties release,as tranquil solace fills my heart's core. No longer bound by suffocating wallsthat once confined my spirit, crushed and small,I roam free, where quiet peace enthrallsin the vast expanse, I find my call. Escaping from the city's grip so... Continue Reading →
