My lover has crossed the sea, the great blue sea,
where the waves rise high and the gulls fly free.
With salt on his skin and wind in his hair,
he left me standing, silent, and bare.

The tide it pulls, the tide it sways,
stealing the light from my weary days.
I trace his name in the shifting sand,
only to watch it slip from my hand.

The moon whispers secrets across the deep,
as I sit alone where the cold winds weep.
Does he think of me when the stars ignite?
Or am I a shadow lost to the night?

Oh, sea so wide, oh, sea so tall,
have you no mercy, none at all?
Carry him back, bring him to me,
my heart is adrift, lost at sea.

Oh sea, oh sea, oh great blue sea,
I call to you, come speak to me.
Your waves that dance, your winds that sigh,
Your endless depths, your open sky.

Oh sea, oh sea, oh wild and free,
I send my heart, now send to me:
A gift of foam, a pearl, a song,
A treasure lost, yet loved so long.

Oh sea, oh sea, your voice is deep,
You whisper secrets, dreams you keep.
You rise, you fall, you take, you give,
Yet through it all, you teach us to live.

Oh sea, oh sea, my soul you know,
Through storm and calm, through ebb and flow.
I love, I love, I love the sea!
Oh, thank you, sea, for gifting me.

Oh sea, oh sea, oh thank you sea,
Oh thank you for your gift to me.
To me To me Oh Great Blue Sea
Thank you for your gift.

In the echo of your voice, there's a song,
A rhythm that tells you you've been strong.
Though it may seem the world is vast and wide,
Your words still ripple with the tide.

Even in silence, there's a space to grow,
A place where your light begins to glow.
The emptiness that seems to stretch and roam,
Is simply the echo calling you home.

For in the vastness, there's room to find,
The beauty in the quiet, the peace of the mind.
The world may feel distant, but know this true;
The echo is a message, a whisper to you.

Every sound you make, a spark in the night,
Filling the void with your inner light.
The echo returns, but this time you see;
The emptiness was never empty; it was waiting for you to be free.

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.

Does trust return on gentle wing,
like birds that find their way to spring?
Or once it’s lost, does it remain,
a shadow cast, a lingering stain?

Is trust a thread that, once undone,
can never weave back into one?
Or does it mend, though frayed and worn,
a fabric stronger where it’s torn?

Is trust a whisper on the breeze,
a fleeting touch, a phantom tease?
Or does it root in ground anew,
where time and care may let it bloom?

What say you...can trust revive,
or is it only once alive?

Oh, sacred bean, my morning might,
you drag me back to conscious light.
With every sip, my soul ascends;
until you’re gone, and death impends.

You’re bitter, bold, a little rude,
but I forgive your attitude.
For when you touch my lips just right,
I almost feel like I’ve slept at night.

O liquid joy, my saving grace,
I’d swim in you, face-first, with grace.
A hug in a mug, a slap to my brain,
the reason I function; however in vain.

No prince, no knight, no grand romance,
has held me in their warm embrace,
the way you do, my dark delight;
through every morn and sleepless night.

So here’s my vow, my sworn decree,
I'll love you more than you love me.
For if one day you disappear...
Well. Let's not speak of such despair.

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.

When the weight is heavy, and your knees give way,
When the night feels endless, swallowing the day,
When the echoes of sorrow drown out your fight,
And hope is a whisper, fading from sight;

Take one breath, then take one more,
Step through the wreckage, past the closed door.
You are not broken; just bending, not gone,
Your heart still beats, and the world moves on.

The storm may rage, the waters may rise,
But strength is born in tear-stained eyes.
You have stumbled, but you are not done,
The dawn still calls; you are the sun.

Rise again, though the climb is steep,
Rise again, though the scars run deep.
You are more than the pain that tried to consume,
You are the bloom that will break through the gloom.

So stand, even if trembling, walk if you must,
Crawl if you falter, but in yourself, trust.
For the past is behind you, the future unknown,
But today, my dear, you are not alone.

Can you perceive the beauty all around,  
Where hope resides in whispers of the breeze?  
Each leaf that trembles, every vibrant sound,  
Awakens life with gentle, tender ease.  
In every stone lies wisdom, calm and deep,  
A soul encased in time’s relentless flow,  
While trees, like sentinels, stand tall and steep,  
Their branches cradle dreams, both high and low.  
The Earth, she breathes; her heartbeat thrums the ground,  
In symphonies of rustling grass and sighs,  
Her essence dances where our hearts are found,  
A tapestry of life beneath vast skies.  
So let us pause and hear the world's embrace,  
In nature's arms, we find our rightful place.

Where the Indian paintbrush blooms,
and the mountain lupine sighs,
the world is draped in fire and dusk,
beneath cathedral skies.

The peaks rise up like silent songs,
in tones of stone and white,
where glaciers drink the breath of stars
and spill their silver light.

The rivers weave through meadowed gold,
soft ribbons, cool and bright,
they whisper tales of time and stone,
of shadow, love, and flight.

The wind, a ghost of ancient hymns,
runs wild through trembling pine,
it calls the heart to break, to mend,
to lose, to seek, to find.

Oh, wanderer, let yourself at ease,
look from where you came.
See the ancient, soul-kissed forest,
and remember...the earth still knows your name

The world turns heavy, rusted, worn,
its edges sharp, its promise torn.
I walk through days that don’t make sense,
where kindness feels like self-defense.

I see the cracks, the lost, the blind,
the weight of greed, the waste of time.
But deep inside, I know, I know,
the way the world was meant to go.

Where hands build up, not tear apart,
where words bring healing, truth, and heart.
Where justice walks with steady feet,
and love is not a thing to cheat.

I hold that dream, though storms may rise,
though shadows stretch across the skies.
For even if the road is long,
I'll keep the tune, I'll hum the song.

Because to see, to know, to fight...
is proof that hope still burns in 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 whirl of my mind, where echoes roar,
A storm of thoughts that I can’t ignore.
Untamed, unchained, they twist and fly,
Like winds that howling refuse to die.

I try to control them, bring them to heel,
But they laugh and dance, too wild to feel.
I give them words, and still they break,
Chasing answers, but none they’ll make.

I wear a look, absurd and wide,
A glance that says, “Where’s the guide?”
Injustice, chaos, the way they lay,
I shake my head and walk away.

But here, within, there’s something more,
A lesson buried deep, a silent roar.
Patience, grace, the secrets found,
When I finally stop and hear the sound.

My thoughts, like rivers, twist and wind,
Rushing forward, but hard to bind.
In their flow, I glimpse the key...
Letting go is what sets me free.

In the quiet of my space, I pause,
To face the chaos, to bear the cost.
For once, the storm within me calms,
A whispered peace, a subtle balm.

And though the world may spin askew,
I stand, unshaken, firm and true.
With my echoes loud, my mind untamed,
I am whole, in my own name.

In twilight’s sweet embrace, where shadows play,
Dreams unfurl like petals at the close of day.
A whispered wish upon the breeze,
We find ourselves where time does freeze.

Eyes like galaxies, vast and deep,
In those fleeting moments, our secrets keep.
Fate weaves a tapestry, thread by thread,
Two hearts in the cosmos, tenderly led.

With every brush of skin, the universe ignites,
Igniting stardust trails on tranquil nights.
No spoken vow, yet the heavens conspire,
To bind our souls with an unquenchable fire.

Though the world may sway, like leaves in the storm,
Our connection remains, steadfast and warm.
Across rivers of time, through whispering trees,
Our essence entwined in the rustle of leaves.

In the silence, your laughter dances on air,
Echoing softly, a promise laid bare.
In dreams, in shadows, in glimmers of grace,
I’ll trace the patterns of your embrace.

As the sun sets low and the moon takes flight,
I’ll seek you in echoes of soft, silver light.
For love like ours is a serendipitous art,
A timeless collision, a celestial heart.

So let the world turn, let fate take the lead,
For in the garden of  moments, love plants its seed.
Through cosmic alignments, we’ll ever roam,
Finding each other, always… our soul’s home.

Come, love, where foam wears a crown made of starlight,
where the sea hums a melody spun out of dreams.
The moon waltzes barefoot on tides ever restless,
and the wind whispers secrets it stole from the streams.

I have spun you a song from the breath of the ocean,
stitched it with pearls and the hush of the deep.
The dolphins have danced to the notes of my longing,
the jellyfish glimmer where my sorrows sleep.

I twine through the currents, I weave through the breakers,
a ribbon of longing, a whisper, a wraith.
I sing to the ghosts of lost sailors and lovers,
who answered my call with the hush of their faith.

They answered with sighs as they slipped beneath moonlight,
with hands outstretched to a promise unknown.
They followed the song like a tide-pulled surrender,
hearts spilling their echoes to waters below.

Still, there you stand, where the land meets the never,
feet traced by the waves, yet tangled in sand.
Oh, foolish beloved, the stars know far better;
you were never meant to be bound to the known.

Come tumble, come twirl, come be wild in the water!
Laugh as the minnows slip soft through your hands.
Let go of the weight that the earth placed upon you,
and waltz where the sea writes its love in the sands.

Love is not tethered, nor meant to be quiet,
It leaps like the tide and it sings like the foam!
So dance my beloved, where magic is boundless;
Where shipwrecks are cradled and sirens call home.

For love is not living when love is in waiting,
when longing outlasts even time’s cruel design.
And if you won’t have me in flesh or in waking,
then drown here in dreams…forever in mine.