Veiled prophets of the sands of time,
Whispers echo in a cryptic rhyme.
Oracles whisper, secrets untold,
Of futures unfolding, both brave and bold.

Eyes pierce the veil, through ages they see,
Triumphs and trials are yet to happen.
Mortals seek guidance, a whispered plea,
To chart a course on life's stormy sea.

But riddles confound, a tapestry spun,
Of cryptic warnings, battles yet won.
Free will is a compass, a path to define,
The Oracles murmur, the choice will be thine.
Only through the oracles of time

If I imagine what you say,
A world unfolds in shades of gray.
Is it truth, or fancy's flight,
Are these whispers dancing in the night?

Do you yearn, or do you doubt?
Hopeful whispers, or a mournful shout?
My mind was a canvas, vast and white,
Painted by what I think you might.

But true connection, heart-to-heart,
It needs spoken words to play its part.
So let your voice, clear and true,
Replace the whispers, me and you.
Towards another dream, if I Imagine what you say

A frosty halo, a crown so pale,
Circles the moon, a whispered tale.
Ice crystals dance, in layers unseen,
A giant's lens, on the heavens keen.

Light bends and fractures, in the frosty embrace,
A spectral ring, in the moonlit space.
Folklore whispers, of storms on their way,
But science explains the light's gentle sway.

A fleeting display, a winter's delight,
The moon's pearly glow, in an ethereal light.
The rings softly gleam, a celestial rhyme,
A touch of magic, in the vastness of time.
With sweeping rings around the moon

Life, the best teacher, a harsh decree,
No textbooks are offered, just lessons set free.
Through stumbles and triumphs, the wisdom unfolds,
Scars etched in memory, stories untold.

Victories whisper, of battles well fought,
Defeats a harsh lesson, dearly bought.
Joy's fleeting embrace, a reminder so bright,
That sorrow's dark cloak gives way to the light.

With each passing season, the spirit refines,
Empathy blooms, where once judgment binds.
Life's greatest lessons, not written in rhyme,
Are learned in the living, one precious moment at a time.
Until we get down on our knees to pray, because life is the best teacher

A strange voice whispers, soft and sly,
Thoughts not my own, a curious why.
It murmurs secrets, both dark and bright,
A tempting path, shrouded in night.

Is it a friend, or a cunning foe?
Does it guide or lead me astray, I don't know.
Melodies hum, a haunting refrain,
Urging me onward, through sun and rain.

Can I tame this voice, or will it command?
A battle within, for control of the land.
I search for the truth, with a cautious heart,
This strange voice inside, where will it take part?
With a secret, I keep inside my head

Oh, Love, we are not far apart,
Though miles may stretch, you're in my heart.
A whispered breeze, a songbird's call,
In every sunrise, I hear you enthrall.

Stars paint your name across the night,
The moon is a beacon, a guiding light.
In shared dreams, we meet and play,
Two souls entwined, come what may.

The distance a whisper, soon to be passed,
Love's bridge will carry us, built to last.
For even apart, our bond remains true,
Oh Love, we are not far apart, it's you.
I hold in my heart

Death shall not take us, though shadows may fall,
For love's a fire, that conquers all.
We'll dance in its light, a vibrant display,
Etched in each other, come what may.

Memories woven, a tapestry bright,
Threads of joy woven against the darkest night.
In laughter and tears, our spirits entwine,
A love is everlasting, forever thine.

Though bodies may fade, with the setting sun,
Our love shall transcend, the race not yet run.
In hearts that remember, our story takes flight,
Death shall not take us, for love burns so bright.