In whispers soft, the dawn will break,
Embrace the light, let shadows flee,
With every breath, a chance to wake,
Life’s fleeting dance, a gift to see.

The world awaits, a canvas wide,
In whispers soft, the dawn will break,
With open arms, we rise and ride,
With every breathe, a chance to wake.

Through trials faced, the victor’s call,
Embrace the light, let shadows flee,
From dawn’s first light to evening’s fall,
Life’s fleeting dance, a gift to see.

We are at war with each other (first & foremost)
because we are at war with(in) ourselves
(our hearts) we are found inconstant and
(battles rage on)
thus it has been recorded:
‘divided houses cannot stand’

Hello
PeOple of the once
EThereal metamoRph
Your moment has now
arrived; PERiwinkle
adornments on your
china on display,
SPecific to table placements
ICarian silhouettes on
placemats, UnIcorn-lined
doilies in conTrast Yell
out: 'perspicacity.'
Your aid and companionability
see us through it all.

Some things hold more weight than verse,
An infant's cry, a dog’s keen thirst;
The kettle’s boiling song,
Talk shows on elections burst,
And TikTok trends disperse,
Mundane life prolonged.

Our days filled with moments bright,
Meals that churn, and dawn's first light;
Promises we tend.
Viral clips that haunt the night,
Pathways tread, both wrong and right,
Fond repeats, they mend.

In trials faced, in highs and lows,
Daily life, in poetry shows;
Heartbeats, fears, and joys.
In simple acts, our story grows,
Each line our journey knows,
Love and life; our voice.