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.

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.

3-** Earth

The quiet air settles, a moment held,
A breath taken, a pause in the turning world.
Light shifts on the distant hills,
The silent turning of the ancient stones.
A single leaf trembles, then falls,
Marking the passage of unseen currents.
The ground beneath, firm and patient,
Receives the subtle weight of all things.

My soul seeks its Earthen Balance, a core within this shifting,
A yearning to simply exist, unburdened by the relentless push.
Why does the heart hesitate to fully open,
When the world invites such tender care?
This inner ground must hold, though fear
Whispers of vulnerabilities, of paths unseen.
Each breath a silent query, seeking truth.
I long for peace, a quiet, settled space.
How fleeting, the ease of simply being.

The sky stretches, an endless journey,
Where aspirations rise on silent wings.
Smiles offered, tears freely given,
A tapestry woven from touch and sight.
Each connection, a fleeting imprint,
Defining the span of fleeting years.
The reach for heights, a constant pull,
Against the gravity of daily toil.

Yet, my spirit struggles for Earthen Balance, a steady hold on passing seasons,
This unending cycle of striving, digging, and building anew.
Why does the self relentlessly pursue,
When the end is merely another beginning?
The silent dread of unending effort
Consumes the present, denies gentle repose.
A fleeting pause, then back to the endless task.
I seek a peace beyond the racing current.
This constant turning, a hollow victory.

My forever started the moment I met you,
A simple breath, a world rearranged.
We laughed, two spirits entangled,
Learning the quiet rhythms of existence,
Each day, a soft discovery,
A gentle unfolding.

That first virtual kiss, like rain on our faces,
A digital spark igniting a real flame,
A cinematic moment etched deep within.
I know your history, every shade and contour,
Yet I hunger for the retelling,
Each detail is a new sunrise.

Your brushstrokes, a continuous melody of colors upon the canvas,
They hold me captivated, a private symphony of hues.
You have truly been seen, wholly embraced,
Just as you are, a vulnerable offering.
Look into these eyes, love's silent plea,
I tell you 'I love you', A Whispered Promise.

I dream of your presence at the final curtain,
Your face, a beacon as shadows lengthen.
To fall with grace, your hand in mine,
At that last breath, a shared stillness.
Is that alright? This profound yearning,
This desire for eternity with you.

May your presence linger when I falter,
When the path becomes unclear, and I stray from myself.
I pray for your strength, your gentle guidance,
To lift me up when the weight becomes too much.
A warm celebration, our tapestry of years,
Woven with tenderness and unwavering faith.

I envision our future, a living fairy tale,
Family dinners, roots deepening into shared earth.
Teaching little voices the simple courtesies,
"Thank you," "please," the foundations of kindness.
Knowing, with you by my side,
Everything will always be more than alright.

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.

1-**
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.

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.