Any velvet or satin morning
When Alexa is quiet and the alarm doesn't blare
Finding myself in your arms is a delight
For every love poem about you
Just know looking into those blue eyes
In your arms
Morning hugs you call them
Is sheer delight
I love You

C@rainbowchaser2025

I hold you in my hands.
Caress your skin.
I can’t wait, to begin
This journey with you.
What does it have for me to bring.
So many mysteries, history,
so much knowledge,
stories untold.
I stay at home and visit the world.
Meet all kinds of people I can’t let go.
A library filled with the world and more that’s out there.
I visit the universe and colour some dreams.
Want to touch the moon and
steal me some stars.
Beautiful book with unspoken words.
Teach me everything, show me the core.
Of what is this living without your wisdom to explore.


Shell✨🐚

Open your eyes to see beyond the past,
Time, a reel unwound, looping too fast.
Enter future dreams lush with tears,
A kaleidoscope of fears and forgotten years.

The cigarette falls from her shaking fingers,
Ashes trace whispers where memory lingers.
Time, a distraction, but isn’t it all?
Strangers and entourage drift through the hall.

She was once a distraction—
A neon sign, a feverish attraction.
Now she’s a diagnosis,
A manic-depressive prognosis.

Regrets for the war within her rage,
Her soul, a novel with torn-out pages.
And yet, from silence, words flow clear,
Like ghosts dictating stories she can't bear.

Who are the strangers in this tableau?
Her reflection in fragments she’ll never know.
Time’s cruel arrow bends to her despair,
A loop of smoke curling in air.

Open your eyes, the past refrains,
Its endless echoes clatter in chains.
Yet futures gleam with dreams profane—
She writes them in ashes, again and again.

When the night is gone
We can sleep safely
Like small children cradled
In a mothers arms.
When there is no more darkness
We will love deeply
Willingly embracing
Like we've never seen harm
When the sea is cleansed
We will trust fully
We will have peace
Like we've never known
When the moon is no more
The hurt and anguish
Of our mothers will be forgotten,
Only smiles will grace
Only love will replace
Only good will remain
In the day of perfection.

ABSENCE

Absence is a lost langage
inaccessible to the present.
Memories arise like a mirage
and the answer to each question
is no answer, although each unknown feather
that falls tips the balance of world .

Absence is a langage reflected
on waves, foam fragile as silhouettes
of angels blown by the wind,
an illusion held somewhere in the past
we shared.

Where do they go, all those lost words,
names, symbols, leaving behind the plea
of take me with you to your bright
forever ?