Gentle whispers blowing
Softly in the morning wind
Through the fields where
The soft flowers grow smiling
In the morning sunlight
They all shine so bright
And with a rustle and sigh
They carry a song high
And they dance in the field so green
And with a gentle embrace
It will brighten your space and
With whispers that bring souls to ease.

You're finding heart in people made of stone,
A shining star twinkling in my mind.
A pure soul with no hate,
Your name whispered by winds in my ears.

Your eyes are a waterfall of beauty,
You're named Love — a treasure so rare.
With silver hair that frames your face,
A diamond shining like a sun in this dark world.

You will find me
in darkness.

Sorrow is my mate,
darkness my friend,
and sadness my happiness.

Being alone grants me strength.
Messiness is the path to discovering me.
I am lost in darkness,
a creation of my own making.

Each tear that falls
has an untold story.
Now, I can perceive the
beauty within the
darkness.
It has become my
comfort,
for my body and mind.

The coordination of pen, paper, and a soul filled with feelings makes good poems.