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.
Retrouvaille: The Echo of Us
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.
Zenith IRLs 