In the shadows of the canvas, stories intertwine,
Life's colors fade like whispers, lost in time.

Yet I stand here, heart weary but still awake,
Guarding the lives I’ve saved for my own sake.

No more ghosts in my journal, the ink runs dry.
I’ll let the silence speak, it’s time to say goodbye.

Where have the wolves gone, where's the moon’s soft glow?
Enchanted paths vanish, like mist in the snow.

The beauty once painted, now faded and blue,
Is it time to awaken, or bid my adieu?

As I wander through gardens where memories decay,
The echoes of laughter seem to slowly sway.

Among the lifeless blooms, I search for the light,
But all that I find is the cloak of night.

My voice once a melody, now just a sigh.
The final chapter beckons, it's time to comply.

The play is done, I take my bow with solemn grace,
As the curtain falls softly to end my time in this place.

Warmth, perfume, and sweet caress,  
Kisses soft, love’s gentle press.

I’ll be waiting for you at dawn,
Where the night ends,
Where birds chirp in whisper
Like elves from fairylands.

I’ll wash my feet with cool dew
And I will be calmly awaiting,
Where pure thoughts are twisting with osiers
And creating dreams, fascinating.

I’ll be waiting for you at dawn.
Come some morning. I’m here,
Where dew is cool and all-pure
And our dreams are near.

I want to be a great many things

But to be great is daunting
And to do much is tiring

I want to express myself in a beautiful way
spreading deep emotions across crisp pages

Allowing my reader to adventure
To see worlds beyond their imagination
To become wise from my text

I want to live and breathe my poems, my art, my books

I’ll die to share a piece of myself,

to express my soul, to feel that I have told the stories that haven’t yet been told,

I’ll die for that