1-**  Wood
The tender shoots emerge, unfurling slowly,
A vibrant tapestry against the soft earth.
Raindrops cling like tiny, glistening jewels,
Reflecting the nascent light of early spring.
Within these Whispers of the Green, my heart resides,
A quiet yearning mirroring nature's gentle push.
Each unfurling leaf, a breath of hopeful air,
Carries the unspoken longing I feel for you.
The world awakens, and my thoughts drift your way.

The breeze stirs softly through the budding trees,
A rustling murmur like secrets being shared.
Birdsong weaves a delicate, airy melody,
Filling the spaces with vibrant, fleeting sound.
And in these Whispers of the Green, I hear your absence,
A subtle silence where your voice should be.
The vibrant life around me feels incomplete,
Until your presence graces this verdant scene.

The garden path, still damp from the night's rain,
Winds through the burgeoning life in quiet grace.
Each new bloom a fragile, hopeful offering,
A testament to nature's patient, steady hand.
Yet in these Whispers of the Green, a deeper echo sounds,
A longing for your footsteps beside my own.
The beauty of the spring only sharpens the void,
A quiet solitude amidst the vibrant growth.

The sky above, a canvas of pale, hopeful blue,
Stretches endlessly, a boundless, open space.
Clouds drift lazily, like thoughts unburdened,
Across the vastness of the awakening day.
These gentle Whispers of the Green carry my desire,
A silent message on the soft and fragrant air.
The spring unfolds, a promise of sweet return,
And in its verdant heart, my longing waits.

4-** Metal

Moments trickle, a dull day's slow descent,
Hours slip by, frittered in careless ways.
A lone figure walks familiar ground,
Waiting for a sign, a guiding light.
The static air hangs heavy, undisturbed,
A quiet anticipation, unfulfilled.
Shadows lengthen with the turning sun,
Marking time in silent, measured beats.

My spirit feels the Echoes of a Missed Start, the cold, hard tick of lost chances,
A weariness settles, staying home while life unfolds unseen.
Why does the heart pause, when youth stretches long,
And opportunities drift on the passing breeze?
Ten years vanish, a whisper in the wind,
The starting gun fired, its echo lost to silence.
I yearn for purpose, a clear, swift path,
Lost in the waiting, a soul adrift.

The sun dips, a relentless, burning orb,
Chased by a runner, forever behind.
Its light endures, a constant in the heavens,
Yet the body ages, breath grows short.
Each year a swift current, shrinking paths,
Plans wither, half-formed thoughts on crumpled pages.
Quiet desperation, a familiar weight,
The melody ends, a silence descends.

My being resists the Echoes of a Missed Start, this relentless push towards the inevitable end,
Each year feels swifter, time an elusive grasp.
Why does the spirit cling to fleeting moments,
When the grand design beckons, unseen?
The song fades, a whispered memory,
Yet a lingering thought, a final word unsaid.
I seek a haven, a warmth against the cold,
To find return, where comfort softly calls.
Home, home again, a solace found.

4-** Metal

All touched by hand, all glimpsed by eye,
Flavors tasted, feelings held deep inside.
Love's embrace, hate's sharp cutting edge,
Distrust's cold shadow, treasures kept safe.
Gifts bestowed, fates dealt in silence,
Purchases made, pleas whispered low.
Stolen moments, borrowed time's fleeting grace.
Each action etched, each word spoken true.

My soul seeks The Unseen Side, a quiet within the veiled truth,
Why does the light dim, when all was meant to be whole?
This inner realm, where creation takes form,
And destruction sweeps through, leaving traces.
Every choice, every utterance, a ripple sent forth.
The sustenance taken, faces met along the way.
Slighted feelings, conflicts fiercely waged.
I ponder now, what was, what fades, what lies ahead.
The world sings in tune, a cosmic alignment.

The sun shines, its warmth on every living thing,
All that exists, beneath its constant gaze.
The present moment, a fleeting breath,
What has vanished, swallowed by time's flow.
And all that waits, yet to unfold,
Under the vast, encompassing sky.
A silent rhythm, a perfect balance,
Where every element finds its place.

Yet, my spirit finds The Unseen Side, the moon's cold arc across the vibrant sun,
For there is no true dark side, only endless night.
Why does this veil descend, upon such clear accord,
And cast a long shadow on truth's pure light?
Each consumed thought, every brief encounter,
All slights perceived, every battle fought.
The now, the past, the future's distant call.
I stand beneath the muted sky, seeking clarity.
The sun eclipsed, its brilliance momentarily lost.

1-** Wood

Fourteen moons have passed, a testament,
To a love that bends, yet never breaks its hold.
Like tides, we've known closeness, distance, rent,
Yet hearts, like shores, return, and stories unfold.

My heart, a compass, spins only to you,
Through valleys deep and peaks that reach the sky,
Everyday Love, our bond forever true,
Stronger for the journey, you and I.

Valleys traversed, peaks climbed, we stand,
A testament to a love that knows no end.
A melody touched my soul, hand in hand,
A devotion that time cannot transcend.

I cannot give three days, my only one,
For in its chambers, only you reside,
Everyday Love, beneath the setting sun,
I give you every day, my heart's true tide.

Dawn breaks, too early, a hollow sound,
My sleep undone, on restless ground.
Your absence echoes, a constant ache,
Each waking moment, for your sake.

I tried to push, to feel the cold,
Of silence given, a story told.
But fear outweighs, a lonely dread,
That you are lost, words left unsaid.

Your Whispered Truths, I hold them tight,
Against the shadows of the night.
My mind spins tales, of what might be,
Then trust prevails, you'll come to me.

Our pasts entwined, a fragile grace,
A bond we formed, in time and space.
A reason hides, behind the veil,
Let not that reason, make us fail.

You are my world, my beating core,
Without your light, I'm nothing more.
A fading breath, a darkened sky,
A broken heart, where dreams all die.

I seek to lift, to bring you cheer,
But distance breeds, a rising fear.
My words descend, to somber tone,
A heavy weight, I bear alone.

My love persists, a burning flame,
This ride we share, beyond all blame.
First touch, first kiss, a future bright,
Awaits us still, in morning's light.

I'll wait, I'll write, I'll hold you near,
Until you speak, and banish fear.
Please, let me know, what holds you fast,
Let this dark silence, be the last.

Each day a letter, sent with care,
A silent plea, upon the air.
If you desire, I'll walk away,
Just speak the word, and end this day.

The map unfurls,
irrelevant.
Any point touched by your light
becomes the center.

Late nights breathe,
under a sky dusted with stars,
and the pull,
irresistible,
of a gaze that anchors me.

Let them watch,
the curious eyes,
the fleeting judgments.
Within your orbit,
I am home.

No gilded cage,
no borrowed glamour,
just the quiet hum
of two souls entwined,
making the mundane shimmer.

Absence,
a hollow echo.
The world muted,
awaiting the vibrant hue
of your return.

Moonlight spills,
a silent invitation
to a space where only
tenderness resides,
painting moments eternal.

Each shared step,
a soft rhythm against the quiet,
anywhere, everywhere,
soaked in the indelible rain
of this boundless affection.