So I’m learning to be still, to let the moments flow, To wait with open hands, and let my patience grow. If love means giving room to breathe, to face your private night, Then I’ll be here, a steady flame, until you find the light.
If You’re Waiting: An Ode
I’m tangled up in thoughts, my mind a crowded place,with weights of work and whispers, a maze I can't erase.The walls I've built around me, high and close and tight,are closing in, and I keep searching for a way back to the light. I felt it when you told me, the honesty you shared—how you... Continue Reading →
In Waiting Rooms of Silence
Did I rush? Was I too bold? I ache for answers left untold. Can’t face the doubt etched in your gaze, but I feel it burn, a smoldering blaze.
Retrouvaille: The Echo of Us
So here we stand, the past a distant shore, the present trembling on the edge of flight. Two hearts that beat in rhythm once before may finally find their perfect, shared delight.
A Lion’s Roar Beneath the Stars
What if my roar should silence all I crave? And in your course, I seem a passing fire? Still, hope does burn beyond what caution gave, That stars might bind our paths in warm desire.
Light a Flame
If stars must wander, free to fly, then tell me—are we meant to try? Or will this light, so fiercely bright, fade to embers in the night?
XVI The Tower
So here we remain, in this twilight refrain, caught between freedom and comfort’s chain.
