In silent hours, our inner art takes flight
Society shouts, yet silence hides the gold within
A spring of beauty flows, concealed in silent light
How can we break the chains that bind the soul of our art?
A secret song lies veiled, awaiting day from night
Dream of a world where melodies dance with the wind
To every hand that labors, crafting wrong to right
We’ll shatter silence of society’s black coffin
And carve its wood to sing with art’s immortal might.

In dark forest, she blooms in fleeting light
Pink silken wings outshine dawn's gentle caress
An old soul cloaked in springtime's youthful delights
Her fragrance weaves a spell, a sorceress
Powerless, you cross her threshold, endless starlight
Her deepest hunger for your soul is limitless
Reality and dream blur, a spider's thread
She weaves your soul to fates still unsaid

Through veils of twilight realms, my steps align,
A pilgrim bound by questions yet untold.
Between existence planes, I seek to find
A purpose veiled in shadows, bright yet cold.

The liminal expanse, a fleeting seam,
Where echoes hum with truths beyond the light.
Unfinished whispers weave my fragile dream,
A cosmic hymn that calls through endless night.

In this in-between, I find my soul,
Where stars ignite the cosmic harmony
Through shifting mists, I glimpse the infinite
Within in its depths, peer into a dark hole
The dance of shadows, darkness, and pure sea
And in its rhythm, my heart finds ecstasy

Glorious sight, my soul's seen.
Raindrops drum a bebop beat,
her gaze captures my upbeat,
a melody sharp, serene.
Glorious sight, my soul's seen.


Violin strings trace her form,
curves where water carves and warms,
a rhythm fierce, yet pristine.
Glorious sight, my soul's seen.


Her damp dress clings, whispers low,
silken notes the rain disclose,
each chord awakens a dream.
Glorious sight, my soul's seen.


Lightning strikes, my heart takes flight,
her song drowns the storm’s delight,
my forte rises to come clean
Glorious sight, my soul's seen.

Her leaving, a bang of lightning striking a tree,
Exposing my raw soul for the world to see.
She was a burst of color in my monochrome world,
A single, vibrant flower, blooming while storms swirled.
My dam shatters; torrents of emotions drown me.

Pre-dawn's breath stirs, a sweet, gentle sigh,
A crescent moon hangs low and near.
Grass welcomes me, cool, soft, and deep,
The world feels hushed, in a peaceful sigh,
Dew-kissed and fragrant, a chill I bear,
A secret song the shadows keep.

Night wind, I pray — bring love to me,
A warmth to chase away the chill.
Through rustling leaves and swaying trees,
With whispers soft, caress, set free.
Let time stand still, and my heart be still,
Lost in your bliss, just you and me.

A sky of stars, a million eyes,
Each spark a story yet untold.
I bare my soul, my longing plea,
The summer leaves in rhythm rise,
Their rustling song, a sight to behold,
A symphony just for me.

Morning dew, like diamonds gleam,
Each drop a promise, pure and free.
The breeze, a touch upon my face,
It swirls and dances, a lover's dream,
Your gentle touch, a sweet memory,
A memory I can't replace.

Oh, wind, you've seen my life unfold,
You've touched me with your gentle care.
Yet still, I yearn for you to be,
A lone star shines, a story told,
A wish I whisper in the air,
For night to bring you back to me.

The eastern glow, a dream's goodbye,
A tear escapes; the day's begun.
But hope remains, a flickering spark.
Tomorrow's dawn, beneath the sky,
My arms still open, waiting, won
By night wind's promise in the dark.

Night wind, I pray, a lover send to me,
Our souls entwined, let time stand still.
Boundless in love, so wild and free,
Through starry skies and galaxies,
Let longing fade; our hearts be filled,
Lost in this bliss, just you and me.

I lay on my back, a forced, tight smile,
Counting moments, each one a slow, dread mile,
My legs in stirrups, exposed to their gaze,
Their questions probe, unmasking my ways.
Comparing me to perfection, their prized fair,
My soul they seek, a treasure to share,
Each judgmental glance, a painful, cold stare,
Exposed and judged, yet still, their feeling's rare,
A final goodbye, leaving me in the air.