When the sun permeates through the vent
and rests upon my pale face on the bed
Something in me gravitates toward a far
Then I watch the cracks in my old red wall
A quiet, melancholic tune stirs inside me
When cool rain assails the window sills,
I press my pale face to the glass pane,
let each drop traverse slowly on my skin—
The same pull draws me into twilight's hue.
An ache rises, same as that wordless tune.
Apr 18
Apr 18, 2026 at 2:18 PM UTC
Distance—a corroded lamp by the street,
Some trees incline in a windless shush,
A narrow, lone path meanders between.
And there—a red house, austere and still.
At times, I stand by its broken gate,
And pause where silence thickens
I listen—though nothing moves or stirs,
The evening descends like a vague veil
Over the roof, the branches, and the dust.
Like a fool, I remain in taciturn awe
The dusk gradually engulfs the lone place.
I cherish the notion you might have come,
And sit here long in a numbed trance.
If you ask me why, I could not elucidate.
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 12:20 PM UTC
I do not hate you—
The way you hate me.
Because time is scarce,
And I spend mine sustaining.
I don’t hate you,
the way you hate me.
because love never lived here,
only its dark shadow.
I don’t hate you,
the way you hate me.
because hate is a furnace,
and I am done smoldering.
I don’t hate you,
the way you hate me.
because your words will chase you,
while my silence floats away.
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 2:50 PM UTC
In the distance, a solitary tree stands,
stripped bare, unmoved by the slow wind.
Its branches reach toward an empty sky.
Beyond, a vast field stretches,
crossed by narrow roads that lead nowhere.
For a moment, my mind wanders there,
feeling the stillness then it comes back.
Love, I am weary of walking against the sun,
yet morning comes again, softly, across the pane.
Come closer; place your hands here.
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 2:42 PM UTC
Do not fear, Love—I am with you.
Life at times is bitter strife,
With restless thunder in the rain;
Yet love persists, gentle and eternal.
Though bright rapture seems to fade,
It dwells within the quiet heart,
A tranquil, enduring shade.
Do not fear, Love—I am with you.
Should sudden defeat appear,
Let not the brave spirit fall.
Perhaps in boundless silence vast,
Our lonely voices may be lost;
Or we struggle and rise at last,
And long-sought bliss be crossed.
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 2:18 PM UTC
When I first arrived at that place,
Its splendor stole breath from me
Trees cast their shivering shadows
In a languid, sloth-veiled mystery.
I came anew after fifteen lone rains,
Yet naught appeared to change.
I repose alone till, stirred in vision,
A presence dim, vague, and strange.
One from my ancient reappeared
It seemed that one wandered near,
I only asked the ponderous mind:
Where are those who were here?
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 2:06 PM UTC
When I sit beside the lake in daylight,
The world seems to breathe more gently.
The water is still, calm, and shining.
your face appears upon its surface—
And I am lost in you—vague dreamily
When I sit beside the lake at twilight,
The red light falls on the silent water;
Your face awakens, pale and infinite.
Then it melts softly into the water—
I fear your soul is fading with the lake.
Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 1:22 PM UTC
If you had wished to come—
You would have turned again.
But no footstep crossed the door
To make me glad again.
Perhaps the past was past to you,
Perhaps you needed space;
Or some more lovely companion
Had filled my vacant place.
If you had wished to come—
You would have turned again.
Perhaps you tried to remember me
Perhaps you tried to flee;
Perhaps the love you seemed to play
Was never meant for me.
And I, a little credulous,
Believed the heart was true.
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 12:08 PM UTC
When I am angry at you,
Love seems to disappear.
The world grows dim and silent,
As though no light were here.
You speak only in silence;
Your eyes sink down in grief.
Then slowly you depart from me,
As twilight leaves the leaf.
When I am angry at you,
I cry, “Love has fled away!”
I leave the place in thunder
And turn from you that day.
But when the moon climbs high,
My mind begins to roam.
Perhaps you slept in quiet peace
And I was wrong to storm.
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 12:21 PM UTC
My heart longs for you serenely
When the quiet dawn breathes its pale hue,
And the faraway stars fade one by one from the sky;
When the daystar sinks beyond the town
And, for a while, the earth gets ready to slumber down,
I feel you again.
My heart longs for you serenely
When I listen to a melody—your eyes hover before mine;
When I read a book, your face emerges from this.
When I unfold your old letters, your voice seems so near,
And my eyes quietly fill with tears.
I feel you again.
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 2:18 AM UTC