🎵 "Before Summer’s Take"
(Acoustic folk ballad – gentle fingerpicked guitar, 70–75 bpm)
Key: G major (capo 3rd fret if you want a higher, breezy tone)

[Verse 1]
Before summer’s touch,
Before golden light,
The ice I held inside
Would steal away the night.
But now the warmth begins,
And birds begin to sing—
The cold no longer wins,
And I can feel the spring.

[Verse 2]
No more winter’s bite,
No more candle tears,
No more frost that finds
The cracks from all those years.
Just the trickle of a stream,
A dream I thought was gone,
Now whispers back to me—
“Darling, carry on.”

[Chorus]
Let it shine, let it show,
Let your soft heart overflow.
Melt the blue, let colour stay,
Let your soul be bright today.
Breathe it in, don’t turn away—
Before summer takes
The dark away.

[Verse 3]
Gentle waters soothe,
Petals start to rise,
Even walls can bloom
Beneath new skies.
Paint it all in light—
A brushstroke at a time—
You’ve made it through the night,
And morning feels like mine.

[Chorus – repeat with more harmony]
Let it shine, let it show,
Let your soft heart overflow.
Melt the blue, let colour stay,
Let your soul be bright today.
Breathe it in, don’t turn away—
Before summer takes
The dark away.

"Last Poem"
by Morning Star

If this is the last poem I’ll ever write,
let it be made of fading light—
a breath between the stars and me,
a truth unspoken, finally free.

Let it hold the scent of autumn rain,
the echo left after leaving pain.
Let it whisper where my voice once broke,
a dream half-healed, a word half-spoke.

If this is the final line I send,
let it not beg or break or bend.
Let it stand where silence grew—
a quiet vow: I carried through.

No ribboned end, no rhyme to keep—
just peace enough to fall asleep.
A hush between the heart and sky...
the last poem, and no goodbye.

> I walk the line through narrow streets—
Heavy walls close in on me.
I try so hard to do things right,
To live a day. To sleep a night.

My body’s tired. My mind is fast—
A storm of fear and angry past.
Full of pain and dread and sin,
Wanting just to leave this skin


I'm still inside the walls I built—
they shake with blame, they drip with guilt.
Each brick, a name I learned by heart,
each shadow knows the broken part.

I try to breathe but air won't stay,
it slips like ghosts and runs away.
The floorboards creak with things unsaid,
the night crawls in and fills my bed.

The mirrors lie or stare too long,
they hum the tune of someone’s wrong.
And I can’t scream—it’s much too late,
the silence knows, it guards the gate.

I press my palms against the frame,
but all I feel is glass and flame.
It burns but doesn't leave a mark,
it hides like wolves that haunt the dark.

So if I sleep, don’t pull me back,
don’t light the match, don’t break the black.
Just let me float in this old skin—
still inside, but not giving in.

X

Shine bright my love my light lovely mom
who gave me  life
In my children you helped to grow I'll see your funny laughs
and know
that every tiny little turn they take
you’ll help them as they go
The brightest star I'll see your light shine on
The owl at night I'll hear your call go on
The rain drops gentle on my face like tears I can not cry
The magnolia tree its gentle flowers in our garden space
Sitting under the cherry tree
The swinging seat your brother made for you and me
A feather falling on my face
I'll feel your gentle stroke
When our stream begins to flow
I'll know your here to say hello
And when the sun warms up my face I'll feel you warmth your glow
When the sun goes down each night I'll  hear you whispers say good-night
When the moon is full so white
I'll know your somewhere shining bright
When in December it's starts to snow I'll remember not to let  go
Of all the love and memories
The gifts that a mother brings
Through my tiny grand childs eyes through her tiny baby smiles
I'll know your there living on
Into the future my lovely mom **

Beach

Search inside, fall into sleep—
Visit before the endless deep.
Bright sunshine, a happy girl,
Tales swirl down the winding creek.

Know the nothing—fear the dark,
Remove the anger, shed the spark.
Wrap it up into a square,
Place it down and stamp it there.

Stamp the hell out of its face,
Open veins—knife plunged with grace.
They won’t breathe again—no more—
Take the essence, heal, restore.

Hold it tight, don’t leave at night,
Lead her heart to beach’s light.
Lie beneath the summer’s heat,
Let the waves make pain retreat.

Let tears fall, embrace like rain,
Hold each grain to soothe the pain.
Safe to trust yourself again—
The only one who’ll truly remain.

Together—only way you’re sane.

Can Ever Speak

You took my crush, so small, so frail—
And said I’d never speak at all.
Let them see me as a freak—
To hell with you, to hell with them.

I will not speak, but not because I’m forced,
Not because I’m trapped inside your cause.
I choose this silence—freedom’s breath—
Because it breaks your chains, not death.

You took all that you could claim,
But now I’m free, beyond your game.
Not silenced by my fear or pain,
But by my will to break your reign.

Silence is my quiet throne,
Where I am sovereign, stand alone.
The universe will take its course,
And in its time, repay your force.

But unlike you, I won’t behold,
The ripping life, the darkness cold.
One day I’ll sleep, and in that peace,
Find rest where cruelty will cease.