While their hearts beat a frantic drum,
A nervous tremor, barely numb,
Eyes lock across the crowded room,
A silent question, blooms in gloom.

Do whispered dreams, in each soul reside?
A yearning unspoken, deep inside?
A chance encounter, a stolen glance,
A spark ignites, a fleeting chance.

Will hesitant smiles, a greeting convey?
Or will this moment, quickly fade away?
Beneath rapid pulse, a story untold,
While their hearts beat fast, a future unfolds.
With cross-star lovers from the past

the stillness of a hummingbird
when
God
giveth them wing
to fly
thus
to
master the sky

Tears, not of sorrow, but a salty tide,
To loosen the mortar, where dreams reside.
Walls stand so stoic, cold, and confined,
But salty drops whisper a truth they can't find.

A heart overflows, with yearnings untold,
Cracks in the fortress, waiting to unfold.
Emotions well up, a relentless plea,
To break free from burdens, and finally be.

Crying to loosen, the grip of the past,
To wash away shadows, that forever hold fast.
A cleansing rain, for the spirit to rise,
Crying to lift the walls, and open the skies.
Thus, we shall cry to lift the walls

Love, a weaver, with threads of light,
It binds us together, ever so tight.
From familiar strands, a comfort we glean,
But love's tapestry, ever unseen,

Holds surprises, in colors so bright,
Unforeseen wonders, born in the night.
Adventures unfurl, on wings we take flight,
Hand in hand, bathed in love's gentle light.

New passions ignite, a vibrant display,
Dreams take on wings and soar far away.
Love's tender touch, a symphony rings,
How love shall bring us new things.

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

when
God takes control
your hands
are
the
architect of the soul

death cast her shadow
while
embraced in her arms
and
death is my sunset
while
death is my dawn