So let the world around us spin, with storms without, with calm within. I’ll choose you now, and every day, for love’s a choice, and here I’ll stay. For what is love, if not a vow to honor both the then and now? With you, I’ll leap, no fear to fall— you’re worth the risk, you’re worth it all.
To Gizmo, My Gentle Shadow: An Elegy
So sleep, sweet Gizmo, in fields of endless grace, knowing I’ll love your kin as you loved me. For in their eyes, I’ll find your patient trace, a whisper that keeps us steady, wild, and free.
In the Orbit of Silence
My world’s a dawn I’ve grown to know, with solitary stars in a silent glow. in shadows safe, in light restrained, in freedom fierce and unchained.
When Stars Align: A Reply
In every pause, in every break, between the strides I’m bound to take, I feel the echo of your song, a warmth that holds when nights feel long.
In the Space Between: An Ode
I’ll hold the hours, the space, the quiet, through dawns and dusks, this steady riot of days that pass, of stars that rise— each whispering their soft goodbyes.
If You Find Me Waiting: A Reply
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.
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?
