I write, so my beloved remains in heart and soul,
So the mark of my time remains at the world's core.
And this writing, so our tale remains in a soul too,
From this writing, ages hence, a glimmer of mystery remains.
I wish this very mystery of my soul remained in your heart and soul,
So that from a handful of dust, a tale-spinner remains one day.
Do not know the tale as sorrow, so a little smile remains,
For the people of the night, the longing for a sun remains.
If the longing for the sun remains, life itself remains,
Hold onto the longing for the sun, so that goodness remains from you.
The longing for the sun, like the sun, remains radiant on the world,
The longing for the sun, like love, its flame remains forever.
For the longing for the sun, laughter itself turns to tears,
Tears from the spring, making laughter ever laughing, remains.
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 11:38 AM UTC
I write, so my beloved remains in heart and soul,
So the mark of my time remains at the world's core.
And this writing, so our tale remains in a soul too,
From this writing, ages hence, a glimmer of mystery remains.
I wish this very mystery of my soul remained in your heart and soul,
So that from a handful of dust, a tale-spinner remains one day.
Do not know the tale as sorrow, so a little smile remains,
For the people of the night, the longing for a sun remains.
If the longing for the sun remains, life itself remains,
Hold onto the longing for the sun, so that goodness remains from you.
The longing for the sun, like the sun, remains radiant on the world,
The longing for the sun, like love, its flame remains forever.
For the longing for the sun, laughter itself turns to tears,
Tears from the spring, making laughter ever laughing, remains.
The promised one🦋🌱
