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We were walking, the painter and I,
Across the plain and towards the hill.
The moon had waxed into her glory
Causing the zephyrs to sigh.

We rested awhile at the foot of the rise
Nestled in a comfortable silence.
The night moved on languid feet
Passion hidden under a serene guise.

We took the path on the dark leeward
My golden quill our only light.
The painter promised a spectacle
And anticipation fueled my climb

Cherry Blossoms swirled in the wind,
As we stood on silver bathed ground.
A man stood at the edge of the hill,
His hands on the railing, waiting.

Under the tree he stood.
The flowers hiding the wrinkles
Of his suit and his skin.
His gaze fixed upon the moon.

My friend and I sat against a boulder
And waited with him.
The wind whispered with the flowers
And the Sakura tree sang to the night.

The song was impossible,
Yet hear it we did.
Violins and keys, flutes and harps -
A haunting tune of longing.

And as the song rose,
A woman stood beside the man;
A bride clad in a moonlight gown,
Her veil of starshine trailing behind.

The man took her hand,
And the woman drew closer.
And groom and bride,
They danced among the flowers.

Wrinkles were smoothened
Trembling hands strengthened
Faltering feet trode sure
And wilting heart bloomed anew.

Happiness perfused the air.
Cruelly brief the phenomenon would be -
So the man knew, and chose to forget.
He held on to the past and danced.

We sat there, intruders and fools,
Too ashamed to look on,
Too enthralled to look away,
Until sleep hid them from our eyes.

The melody rains with the petals,
Tears dance with the smiles.
The waltz of the weary hearts
Lasts as long as the moon.
Inspired by the song 'Dearest' by Ayumi Hamasaki
The summer has come but it isnt spring,
Neither autumn Neither winter
Its a season that wont ring,
The bells of my chamber ;where O thee,
This warmth which i cant bear
I forgot the rain and the water near
My head aloft itching to gaze,
The sweat dripping from my hair
I wish not to stay for this season again
It kills me ,drains me, lefts me tanned,
I wish for the winter's breeze
I wish for my lips to freeze
These little flakes make wheeze
I Wish to Be! Oh I Wish to be !
The winters' night!, The winters' queen!
The harsh white,The hailing snow
Resembling the pristine white lilies,
My winter garden of hellbore,
The Frost ,The raucous ,The frozen ore,
I stare it all and never bored,
This sweet coldness you ignored,
So then i wish i pray again,
I wish for the winter's breeze
I wish for my lips to freeze
These little flakes make me wheeze
I Wish to Be! Oh I Wish to Be!
The winter's night !,The winter's queen!
You called it a killing spree,
The season of death ;every falling leaf,
Dead and Grave like a cemetry,
Leaves you shivering down to knees,
But still i dont; care no more,
Even if it is freezing cold,
The winter i miss the death of yore,
The permafrost ;de l'mour
Forbidding thou' apt metaphor,
Tis' Rime frost ;evermore
Still my love;Forevermore,
Again i wish over and over
I wish for the winter's breeze
I wish for my lips to freeze
These little flakes make me wheeze
I Wish to Be! Oh I Wish to Be!
The winter's night !,The winter's queen.!
                      __tsuki no ume
When thy lips did kiss, I questioned not,
Nor sought for wine, nor heaven’s thought.

A tremble stirred through time’s still face,
And reason fled without a trace.

What need have I of chaliced gold,
When breath of thine makes rapture bold?

I spoke no verse — the world grew dumb,
One sigh from thee, and stars were numb.

They call me mad, by flame possessed,
Yet only ash has truly rest.

Thou kissed — and night forgot its name,
The moon turned pale, the sun grew tame.

I dwell in hush, where echoes sleep,
Half-living still, in silence deep.

A kiss — and silence found its cry,
Its voice unloosed beneath thy sky.
Thy Breath, My Cup 17/06/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
Zywa 7h
I do feel peaceful,

however, in my longing --


I can't sleep at all.
Composition "Schlaflos (Notenbrief für Mathilde Wesendonck)" for piano ("Sleepless (Letter in notes for Mathilde Wesendonck)", 1856, Richard Wagner), performed by Geerten van de Wetering on ***** in the Organpark on April 14th, 2024

Collection "org ANP ark" #186
Cadmus 7h
☔️

Don’t forget me all at once
Let me slip away in pieces.

Lose my voice today,
Tomorrow, my laughter,
Then that flicker in my eyes.

Let my words fade like old songs,
Let my kindness dissolve in silence.

I want to fall from your memory
Like raindrops
Dripping from a soaked branch
Not like a lifeless corpse.

☔️
Some departures deserve the courtesy of slowness. Not everything should vanish with a bang, some goodbyes ache sweeter in fragments.
He beckons me forth,
my sanded toes dusted like candied fruit,
ready to be washed clean
by the delicate froth of white salted foam.
The hush of his tide brushes my bones,
black glass whispers,
rhythmic charm,
his fingers, luminous,
glint blue as he parades the coast,
curling around my ankles.
The moon sways,
singing silvered lullabies
rocking the earth
so that he sloshes, just so,
like the tilt of a glass
to your lips.
How could you not want to take
just one long, slow, sip?
I long to taste the briny wonder of that deep,
to float upon belonging.
The wind crests over the rolling water,
wrapping me in his cashmere grip,
damp earth, the raw green of kelp,
and butterscotch,
as if the sun had spun sugar
from his sweetness on the shore of day
and left it here in the breeze of night
to cool.
I wade into that ink,
assured by the calm and the air's friendly warmth
until I am marine to my middle.
My lips part in tendered sigh,
for at last, I feel I have found home,
but then, the sweeping of my heart
becomes the sweeping of my feet from under me.
I am dragged along the floor,
waves undulating viciously,
taking the whole of me with merciless desire.
His currents replace my breath,
my thoughts circling,
as if swirling into the drain,
I wanted to be a siren,
and didn't realize the sea was he.
As the light fades from my window and the house grows still,
I grab my favorite blanket and sit at the window sill.

I've got one last conversation,
one last prayer to breathe,
I'm just waiting on the moon-
to tell her what I need.

If she shows me stars tonight then I will wait for you,
and if the sky is just pitch black?
There's nothing more I can do.

I'm sure you find it silly-
my obsession with signs
yet you still look for meaning in my non-sensical rhymes.

So if the sky is bare tonight with nothing for me to see,
I won't bother you anymore-
I'll just let you be.

My heart strings are so tired,
my mind is in an indecisive hell,
I want to be patient but
I need a sign it's going well.
Maybe it's a gamble- deciding love on stars,
But you thought our connection cosmic,
So I shouldn't have to search very far.
Spinning and Spinning ,Round and round,
On the roof ,On the ground
On my feet ,On my toes,
Laughing and crying my heartfelt woes
The wide smile ,the care-free laughter
Very much like the Life of After
Dancing as i sing,Running as i hum
On my tunes ,Under the moon
Which glows with a beautiful sense of woon
Waiting for you from the noon
Promising ill be meeting ;very soon
To feel your presence beneath the sky
i have my secrets ill tell you why
I chase your light so you wont hide
I wish the clouds wont come any near
Hiding you away from my eyes
I wish only to see your sight
Basking myself in the moon light
When two spheres met to gaze
Racing my heart, burning  ablaze
Enlightening the weak soul of me
Flaming the sparks,the wonder ,the glee,
Sparkling and brightening the eyes of me
Dialating the pupils inside of them
The pounding heart beating aloud
Right inside the chest of me
I hear the sound ,i hear the beat
My pulse rising at the sight of you
You might be not as bright as sun
But you are the one which made spun
With love, with emotions ,with which we hung
Every night in the sky,
Before the dusk and twilight,
Gazing with you ;the starlights,
Flickering a flame in the night
Gently pulling; the ocean tides,
Moon you are the flame;the spark
Which made me burn ,which made me lark,
I dont care to be lost ,
From this world ,From this coast,
As long as i can reach the sky
Wishing to be the star just beside you
Because when the world would gaze the sky
There would be us you and i
Side by side two sparkling lights,
Shining and twinkling with all their might,
I wish the stars, i bless the moon,
I promise ill come to you very soon.
                         __tsuki no ume.
helia 2d
i long for you to take me there
to fields of flowers blooming blue
that place which feels like my dreams
a place where anything could happen

where stardust falls from my wishes
and weaves into reality
in this place of longing and hope
i'll be waiting for you

for the day that promises are kept
and words manifest into something real
into more than i've ever imagined
or hoped would ever come to pass

long though the journey may be
and uncertain the path to reach it
i'll brave my fears with thoughts of you
and what awaits on the other side

your kind face smiling down at me
and your gentle voice in my ears
but for now i shall hold you in my heart
until the day i can hold you in my arms
wishing upon a star. will it hear me?

june 15, 2025
The closer I feel to you, the further I feel from myself.
Searching for something I don't know.
Keeping my watchful and trained eye focused on something I might never find.
A  burning and meaningful way of being loved, unlike anything I've ever experienced before. The kind that makes you ache when it's not around and long for its touch again.
Have I never seen this before, or had I not appreciated it when it was within my grasp? Did we have this, and now it's gone?
If it's gone, is it gone for good?
Are we hopelessly bound together, or are we hopelessly in love, just searching for a way back to what we once had?
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