Dear Lune,
I think the silence said more than words ever could.
I watched the tide move outward
Following the moon in an ancient trance.
It reached for it
Yearning in hopes to chase the impossible.
Time passed through
Days merged into nights
But somehow, I have loved the stars too deeply to be afraid of your darkness.
How do you find your solace?
Is it in me as mine is in you?
Or do you find terror, where I find it?
It’s presence caresses my skin in a cool embrace,
In what I could feel
Here,
Not alone but blanketed with a comforting cool.
I watched them dance together,
From a million miles.
I heard the wind whisper secrets.
Unspoken truths that will never be told
And names never named.
And a hand that will remain open palmed
In my lap forevermore.
Love from,
Yours.
Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 4:42 AM UTC
Looking at the stars
Counting them like you count your blessings.
It seems so simple,
I never understood how.
I strum harmonies on the riverbank,
Whilst perched on a treetop.
Trying to find solace in the spring harvest.
But in my sleep, I pray that the sun will rise tomorrow.
Maybe, I will find familiarity in calloused hands
And careless whispers.
I watch as you count stars on your back.
The river guides you downstream.
You are one with earth and sky.
Do the stars talk to you?
When you drift peacefully downstream.
Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 4:41 AM UTC
My love,
I have never understood what it meant to be loved,
As it is to exist
When being loved by you.
I'd wait for the lights to dim as I'd shut my eyes.
Soft candlelight,
Reminds me of breakfasts in bed.
Scents of slightly warmed toast meeting my nostrils
Licking my buttery glossed lips.
To be loved is to sit alone in mundane afternoons,
but to be so full
Without a crumb on my plate
Or a hand in mine.
I'm eternally yours and you mine.
Settling down,
Soft hands through hair
The telly on,
With better things to focus on.
For worser nights or better days.
To not be loved by you,
For me
Will always be an anomaly
Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 4:39 AM UTC