"The Fallen Star"
Upon a storm-torn eve, when thunder roared,
And lightning danced with heaven’s silver sword,
A star, once bright in midnight's velvet dome,
Was struck and flung far from its starlit home.
It plummeted through clouds in tearful blaze,
Its brilliance lost in fire’s cruel embrace.
To Earth it fell, to fields of emerald grain,
Where fireflies danced in quiet, warm refrain.
No crown of light, no golden rays remained,
Just stardust weeping where its soul was chained.
The worms and beetles welcomed it with grace,
And taught it how to smile in that dark place.
It learned to hum the songs of moss and dew,
To cherish stars not only born, but grew.
It wandered paths where twilight softly crept,
And in the arms of humble earth, it slept.
But lo—one eve beneath the willow tree,
It glimpsed a silver photograph set free:
A picture of the moon, so high and wide,
Reflected in a puddle by its side.
Its stony heart began to throb and ache,
A thousand memories did swiftly wake.
The songs it sang with sisters in the skies,
The glow it wore—a jewel in night’s guise.
And from its eyes, long dry, the tears did stream,
Each drop a loss, a wish, a shattered dream.
The fireflies blinked, confused by such a sight,
As grief eclipsed what once had learned delight.
It cried until the morning broke the dark,
Its final breath a whisper, soft and stark.
Then stardust rose, in shimmered veil and gleam,
To where the moonlight weaves the weeper’s dream.
There, in the sky’s embrace, its soul took flight,
And kissed the Moon—a reunion of light.
No longer bound to Earth’s forgiving crust,
It lived again, in love, in stars, in trust.
Apr 19, 2025
Apr 19, 2025 at 4:45 AM UTC
O golden blaze, thou sovereign of the day,
Whose light doth stir the heavens' vast delight,
I dwell afar where shadows love to stay,
Yet yearn to bathe within thy burning light.
Thy warmth I feel not, only glimpsed afar,
A dream that dances 'cross the void of years.
Though I, a lonely and forgotten star,
Shine still with love and silent, distant tears.
Thou canst not know the longing in my flame,
Nor hear the whispers in my solar song.
For time and space do mock love’s gentle name,
And deem a bond like ours a dream too long.
Yet still I burn, though fate keeps us apart
A distant fire with thee etched in its heart.
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 11:56 AM UTC
A rose she stands, so soft, so bright,
Knowing well the coming night —
The winds will tear, the storm will rise,
And close forever her gentle eyes.
Yet still she blooms without regret,
Her petals kissed by sun still wet —
She lives for love, she sways with grace,
And meets her end with a quiet face.
Not fearing loss, nor fighting fate,
She fills her hours, though brief, though late —
With peace, with hope, with colors spun,
And love — until her days are done.
Apr 9, 2025
Apr 9, 2025 at 2:07 PM UTC
Upon the hush of night, the silent heart doth sigh,
No path remains to heaven’s distant sky.
I call thee forth, O Muse of burning fire,
From depths profound of unrest's dark desire.
When quiet swallows thee in shadows deep,
And endless echoes haunt forgotten sleep,
What lingers at the edge of all we know —
But sheaves of sorrow, love's eternal glow?
Apr 7, 2025
Apr 7, 2025 at 5:13 PM UTC
I am enamour’d of the swans in flight,
That cleave the air with grace none may outshine;
Of trembling roofs hid far from mortal sight,
Where falls of silver veil the ancient pine.
I love the scents that haunt this ruin’d ground,
The hues that linger where all else decays;
For in this city, lost and sorrow-crown’d,
Some secret peace in shadow’d silence stays.
Perchance beyond the tempest and the thrall,
There lies a hallow’d place, untouched by all.
Apr 7, 2025
Apr 7, 2025 at 8:35 AM UTC
A wandering soul, so lost, so wide,
Drifting through shadows where dreams reside.
For ages it wandered, through time and through space,
Seeking the moon, its soft silver grace.
One day it found, in a small stream’s glow,
A reflection of the moon, a light to bestow.
It wept in silence, the tears soft and deep,
For the love it had lost, for the promises it couldn't keep.
The willow tree sighed, its branches low,
The soul sat beneath, where the cool winds blow.
"I've loved the moon," it whispered, "for eons untold,
But I’m trapped on Earth, bound by a cold hold."
"Why must I remain in this world so dark,
While the moon shines above, like a dream, a spark?"
The willow wept softly, its leaves fell away,
As the soul, in silence, longed for the day.
It gazed at the moon, its heart filled with grace,
But forever imprisoned in the Earth's embrace.
A soul with no home, no body, no name,
Only a love that would never be the same.
Apr 5, 2025
Apr 5, 2025 at 6:02 PM UTC
I am a fish,
caught in the deep, forgotten oceans,
trapped beneath waves
that never ask my name.
But my soul —
my soul is a bird of light,
drifting weightless
through skies no net can hold.
My body knows the walls of water,
but my heart remembers stars.
Even in this blue prison,
I am endless flight.
Apr 5, 2025
Apr 5, 2025 at 9:41 AM UTC
The moon kissed the forehead of the pond,
as trembling stars embraced its calm,
as if the heavens, vast and deep,
had found their home within its arms.
The marsh watched on with murky eyes,
laden with a heavy gloom,
no star had ever called its name,
no light had graced its silent tomb.
It whispered low, a voice of silt:
"Why must I drown in shade and hush?
Why does the sky refuse to rest
upon my waters, still and lush?"
The wind, a sage of wandering fate,
brushed softly past and dared to say:
"The less you swallow, the more you see,
for clarity holds eternity."
Yet envy wrapped the marsh in dark,
it clutched its depths, it pulled them tight,
it drank itself into the void,
and severed all from warmth and light.
The pond, so quiet, asked for none,
yet bore the stars within its chest—
and in its stillness, silver-clear,
it cradled time. It cradled rest.
Apr 4, 2025
Apr 4, 2025 at 10:18 AM UTC