Life is a poem, a drifting stream,
Icicle dreams in a silver gleam.
Swirly clouds in the sky unfold,
Soft-spun whispers in colors bold.

Morning hums in golden tune,
Dewdrops vanish by the noon.
Breeze that lingers, scent so sweet,
Leaves that dance but never meet.

Footsteps fade upon the shore,
Yet waves return forevermore.
Mountains rise, then crumble low,
Still the rivers onward flow.

Sunlight paints the world in gold,
Night drapes secrets, dim yet bold.
Stars like verses, stitched in light,
Tell of longing, love, and flight.

Time’s a line both sharp and blurred,
Written, erased, then reoccurred.
Nothing stays, yet all remains,
A pulsing rhythm, joy and pain.

Life is fleeting, vast, unknown.
A poem written, yet never owned.

And all at once, at once it died, and all at once love died.
A whisper turned to silence, hearts fractured in the tide.
The spark we thought was endless, flickered out of sight,
Leaving only shadows where once there was light.

In this deep, where silence speaks,
the waters pull, the darkness leaks.
A vast expanse, a quiet sweep,
where thoughts dissolve and secrets sleep.

Time stretches here, slow and untamed,
as the surface fades, and we're unclaimed.
There is no rush, no frantic call,
only the weight of everything, and nothing at all.

In this deep, the stars do gleam,
whispers carried on the stream.
The current moves, but we remain...
a part of it, yet untouched by pain.

The heart, heavy and light in turn,
beats softly in the distance, learning to burn
with quiet flames, a steady glow,
that flickers in the undertow.

In this deep, we learn to be...
not in the answers, but in the mystery.
A part of all that’s yet to see,
a thread in the fabric, wild and free.

In this deep, there is no end,
no shore to reach, no need to mend.
Everything, untouched, unseen,
remains, somehow, deeply known.

In the quiet sky, as the day starts to fade,
The sun and the moon meet in a soft serenade.
The sun, with its warmth, a golden embrace,
Whispers goodbye with a tender grace.

The moon, in its glow, so gentle and bright,
Turns to the sun with a love full of light.
Their dance is a secret, a soft, silent song,
Two souls in the sky, where they've danced all along.

The sun, with a smile, begins to descend,
Leaving the sky as the daylight ends.
The moon stays behind, a lone heart in the blue,
Two souls now apart, but their love still true.

And then, like a laugh in the hush of a dream,
The stars start to twinkle, a sparkling stream.
They dance in the dark with a playful delight,
Stealing the moment and stealing the night.

"Forgive us," they giggle, as they twirl through the air,
Brushing the sky with their glow everywhere.
And the stars, with a song, begin to sing,
A melody soft, on a celestial wing.

For the love of the sun, and the moon so bright,
They serenade the sky through the quiet night.
Though the sun is gone, the moon still knows,
In the stars' gentle dance, love quietly grows.

The forest hums with secrets

Maidenhair ferns, wood sorrel, and creeping thyme weave through the undergrowth,
while ghost pipe blooms pale beneath the watchful old fir.
Tiny mushrooms...chanterelles, inkcaps, and fly agaric...rise from the moss,
their caps jeweled with dew that shimmers in the hush of moonlight.

A ring of toadstools, aglow with otherworldly luster,
beckons the Faerie Queen to her midnight waltz.
Silver wings flicker like whispers in the dark,
and the song of the forest...a siren’s melody...
calls the lost to dance.