5-** Water

The lamplight falls across the polished wood,
where two hands rest on either side of empty space.
A stillness settles in the quiet room,
the sound of breath, a gesture of the chin.
We watch the simple dance of light and shadow.
The world outside is muted by the glass,
and we are held within this silent frame,
a perfect stillness before any start.

I feel the pull of all that we have not yet said, The Unwritten Map.
A quiet faith that grows in this new silence.
It is a choice, this beautiful uncertainty,
a silent promise that will never fade.
I feel the purpose in this endless journey,
a gravity I choose to stand within,
a knowledge in my soul that you are home.
My heart is listening for the sound of you.

The days unfold like a series of small, new revelations.
The way your eyes catch light when you are moved.
The gentle rhythm of your footsteps in the hall.
A fleeting sadness I observe behind your laughter.
A book left open to a favorite page,
a melody you hum beneath your breath.
These threads are woven into a design,
creating the tapestry of who we are.

This patient unfolding, this sacred distance, is love's true beginning.
We walk an unhurried road, The Unwritten Map.
I learn the cadence of your quiet moments.
We fill the empty spaces with a gentle kindling,
a patient unfolding, a chosen gravity.
The future is a landscape for our hands to draw.
We are the two rivers, and our separate paths
have brought us to this one, converging shore.

4-** Metal

The season turns, the air grows thin and sharp.
The empty space between two hands widens slowly.
An unanswered question in a silent room,
a shadow where a voice once lived.
The path ahead now lies without a guide,
its stones slick with a morning dew, not tears.
I watch the door, the frame of simple wood,
and find no warmth within the fading light.

This quiet letting go, I confess, holds no easy truth.
I've learned to love a silent ache, A Quiet Leaving.
The endless journeys, each with a lonely end,
the bottom of the glass offering only glass.
I hold this pain, this longing for a future
I could not keep. This hopeful emptiness,
a simple wish to feel a warmth
I gave away.

A different kind of distance takes its form.
The memory of laughter, a melody unheard.
The familiar smile now lives within the mind,
a ghost of touch, a kiss that finds no lips.
The warmth of sun now just a fading trace,
the echo of her hand as it slips from mine.
The door remains a solid, wooden fact.
The light has gone, but her shadow stays.

I choose this path of hope, A Quiet Leaving, for her.
They say that love can only grow in absence.
The space she needed, the time away, the distance,
I placed it there, a bridge she may not cross.
I live with faith in that one simple day
when the turning of a lock is not for parting,
when the light returns, when she finds her way
back through the solid, wooden door.

4-** Metal

The physical form is but a vessel,
its lines and curves a memory on my mind's canvas.
Your raven hair falls like a midnight river,
your brown eyes, twin pools of the deepest earth.
I recall the subtle shape of your ears, a delicate shell.
I remember the gentle allure of your neckline, a soft curve.
A figure both demure and sultry,
It is this absent vision that haunts my heart.

My waking intimacy is the new title to the ache
in my dreams, a space of both great passion and hollow longing.
I am burdened by a worry that sometimes feels like pain,
and I know it is a feeling we must share across this distance.
I wonder who weeps in the still of the night,
is it my tears that draw out yours,
or yours that begin to flood my own.
I am happiest when I think of you,
even as the thought leaves me physically drained.

Life's struggle can feel like a heavy weight,
and it feels heavier in your absence.
I recall those who lift us, those who love us,
and know you are the true substance of this world.
The empty work that drains my spirit is worse now,
as are the cruel people who seek to suppress us.
It is your support I need, your truth of connection,
the quiet strength we found in one another.

Your form may draw the gaze of any man,
In the Still of the Night, my love remains,
but it is your spirit that has captured me.
The sharpness of your mind that vexes my thoughts,
the sound of your laughter that echoes in my quiet moments,
the clear consciousness in your every action.
The way you used to speak to me, a language only we knew.
The way you used to look at me, a silent promise I hold to.
The way you used to touch me, a confirmation of our shared soul.

2-** Fire

I look into her beautiful brown eyes,
and see a depth of soul revealed.
The brushstrokes of her past, a quiet language.
Sunlight catches the shades of amber,
blinking away secrets of the night.
She wakes and looks into my own—
a simple, jade-green stone in a stream.
And I wonder what she sees when she looks.

I feel her pain as if it were my own.
But the spark in her eyes remains.
A love that lives in a place of quiet sorrow.
It is not for me to know the beginning of the hurt,
only to stand on the mountain with her.
To feel, without judgment, the tears she holds back.
Her soul is a world I am blessed to be a part of.
I see her life, and I feel her worth.

I look at the woman of immense emotions.
So fragile, so soft, so tender.
And yet, so strong, so resilient, so independent.
I watch as specks of gold light up when she smiles,
the flicker of wonder at a simple thing.
The intensity of her stare when she catches me watching.
I see the faint glimmer of who she was,
who she is, who she chooses to be.

My soul is bound to hers.
The spark in her eyes is my reason for living.
I cannot read her thoughts, but I know her heart.
I am on this shore, a constant observer.
I feel her pain, but I see her worth.
My love is a testament to this journey.
And through her eyes, I do not just look.
I live.

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.

5-** Water

In hollow corners, shadows deepen,
where dust motes dance in still air.
The empty space observes all,
a quiet room, its silence vast.
No laughter now, no quickened step,
only lingering light at dusk, fading slow.
The walls stand witness, mute and cold,
to a world paused within.

My spirit aches with unseen burdens,
This Whisper of a Fading Bloom resides in silent depths.
I trace forgotten melodies,
each fading like a whispered dream.
Desolation descends, a chilling mist,
cloaking the heart in sorrow's hue.
Dreams unfulfilled, a heavy shroud,
hopes like autumn leaves, forever caught,
a cold autumn that knows no end.

Outside, the world moves ceaselessly on,
its distant hum a fading sound.
But here within, time holds its breath,
a single moment stretched and still.
Clouds amass, a heavy gray,
promising rain, a silent fall.
Each gathering drop, a quiet beat,
reflecting solitary pools.

I yearn for warmth, a single spark,
This Whisper of a Fading Bloom yearns for light.
To melt the ice that binds my soul,
my longing pulses like the rain.
A labyrinth of regret, each twist,
I wander paths with silent steps.
My own heart beats, a lonely drum,
an echo reaching out for naught,
no answer in the vacant air.

Once, colors bright, a vivid hue,
of hands entwined in trusting hold.
The thrill of shared and promised dawns,
a tapestry of sunlit days.
Now the palette dims, a muted shift,
to shades of ash and ocean gray.
The canvas shows only faint lines,
a record etched by time's cool hand.

Yet in this quiet desolation deep,
This Whisper of a Fading Bloom finds fragile strength.
A stillness beckons thought to bloom,
where dormant seeds await the rain.
Not broken, though fragments remain,
worn smooth by tides of sorrow's grace.
I gather each silent, storied shard,
a flicker ignites, a soft sunrise,
the possibility of dawn anew.

5-** Water

A gentle shower, soft upon the pane,
The world washed clean, in shades of silver grey,
A warmth that rises, in the wind's soft strain,
A longing gaze, that will not fade away.
The rain descends, a whisper, light and low,
A tender touch, where hidden feelings flow.

I see you, a distance, yet so near,
A quiet pull, that banishes all fear,
The words unsaid, like raindrops on a stream,
A timeless moment, in a waking dream.
Your smile, a promise, etched upon the air,
A heart embraced, with tenderness and care.

The rain falls softly, through the fading light,
A hand in hand, where silent pathways lead,
A gaze that lingers, in the deepening night,
A gentle touch, fulfilling every need.
The rain descends, a whisper, soft and slow,
A tender touch, where hidden feelings grow.

I see you, a comfort, safe and true,
A heart's soft prayer, in shades of gentle blue,
Your smile, a beacon, in the misty haze,
A tender moment, in love's gentle ways.
The arms that hold, a refuge from the storm,
A heart embraced, where love is pure and warm.

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.

1-** Wood

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.

3-** Earth
The gentle breeze, a murmur soft and deep,
Where loving truths, within his spirit sleep.
A fertile scent, that soothes his troubled mind,
"Follow your heart," her guidance he will find.
The rooted earth, a mirror to his soul,
Where steady growth, will make his spirit whole.
The valley's peace, a map upon his dream,
To guide his steps, where loving virtues gleam.

The Earthen Whisper's Hold, a secret, warm and deep,
"I am the secret in your heart," where gentle shadows sleep.
The earth's embrace, a comfort that endures,
Where love has cleared, the path to her secures.
The summer's breath, a nurturing, soft and kind,
To build a home, where peace he'll always find.
Her whispered words, a promise to be near,
To banish sorrow, and dispel all fear.

The fertile ground, where gentle seeds take root,
Now blossoms forth, her loving absolute.
The ancient stones, of wisdom's steady art,
To build a haven, that will not depart.
The flowing stream, that carries her sweet sound,
Where love's true essence, can at last be found.
Her gentle voice, a promise to embrace,
"Follow your heart," and find her loving space.

The Earthen Whisper's Hold, a beacon in the day,
"I am the secret in your heart," a guiding, loving way.
The earth's soft touch, a comfort and a grace,
To lead him home, to her embracing space.
The dawn arrives, a golden, hopeful hue,
That melts the frost, and makes his spirit new.
Her loving gaze, a promise to be true,
To find his soul, and make his spirit new.