Death, whose guise is end to sorrow,
sells salvation 'til tomorrow.

Did you ever
a dandelion pick,
blow each seed
and make a wish.

Was that wish,
a wish for wealth
or was that wish
a wish for health?

Or was that wish
a wish to see,
a field of gold
in front of thee.

beautiful flower

carried away in the storm
laid down in a thicket of thorns.

who will morn
the dancer and sinking sky?
the raven with a broken wing?
who will cry for you? O, flower
folded in the forgotten book of sorrow.
now, a shadow and a name and a tombstone.

my flower, my rose without thorns.

I'm gonna get my shotgun
climb the water tower,
shoot the stars full of lost tomorrows.

I wouldn't know how you feel as I type
But you were always mine
Atleast in hindsight it felt so
Sublime, yet I was inclined
To love the one who saw my hype

When everyone saw my jokes crude
You saw a comedian
when everyone saw a shallow puddle, rude
You saw the Caribbean

So today, I see you, even if not in reality
I see your beauty from memory and history
The kind acts of your mother, and the mysteries
Your tears of mystery, your thoughts of destiny

I hope one day he sees your Glory, your greenish eyes
And I hope that every demon comes to despise
Your beautiful lineage, your kindest acts
From your blunders, to your in facts
May the world keep you whole and intact

May your shape that changes from child birth to Love
Meld into the beautiful soul you host
May you never come to boast of the many blessings
From the God we celebrate up above
And may you be blessed the most

My words don't do enough to describe your totality
Your obscurities and your beauty
May he see what I see in you, if I never get the chance
To fall for you not in hindsight, but at first glance
You deserve the world, not a puddle, you deserve to dance

I know you don't like the name Mirinda, you prefer the beautiful other
But today I wanted to show the beauty as a whole instead
That you needn't see it as a rather anymore
That you soar, and it brings sweet dreams when you go to bed
That nothing stops you from living and loving to your core

I hope you make a great mother
I hope you make a great wife
I hope you see love in the eye of one another
And that you don't see dirt in spite
Of how the storyteller replays events of asunder

Forgive me if this isn't enough
But please learn to love beyond the scope of existence
And always be persistent
Because you are who you are Mirinda
You are as beautiful as every name Mikayla
You are as loving as your family says you are
You are beyond these words, and beyond these feeble stars
You are you
through and through

In the quiet of our hearts,  
where the shadows hold our secrets,  
I feel her touch,  
tracing the scars of our stories,  
mapping the
                             constellations  
woven into our skin—  
the universe conspiring,  
whispering truths we’ve long
                                             forgotten.  

We are not just observers;  
we are the keepers of tender hopes,  
nurturing thoughts like fragile blooms,  
each one a promise,  
a breath caught in the stillness,  
waiting to unfurl in the light,  
a heartbeat echoing  
through the corridors of our souls.  

I shiver under the weight  
of this endless journey,  
where endings are merely doorways,  
and in every shadow,  
a spark of light flickers,  
the way we shed our pasts,  
embracing the cycle,  
the gentle sway  
between night and day.  

In the pulse of our connected hearts,  
we are reborn,  
the echoes of who we were  
intertwined with who we’ll be,  
lovers hidden in the twilight,  
bound by threads of silence,  
in this sacred space,  
we discover our true selves,  
held close in the arms of our humanity,  
the cosmos  
nestled in our palms,  
waiting for  
the dawn of clarity,  
like a whisper aching to
                      
                                     break free.