there, Moonflower with petals that shine,
with silhouette that whispers divine,
reflection that’s crystalline.

oh! mystic Faerie of the night,
awakened by the spark of daylight.

ethereal Daylight crashed in,
unlike any other rays,
with an unknown expression,
the moonflower fades away.

there, sunflower that’s mellow,
with soft hues of warm yellow,
reflection of a halo.

spotted amidst the meadows,
with life from all sorts of flow.

yet, heo only sees the Sun,
no matter what’s sprung.
it's only the Sun she gazes-

even if the Sun doesn’t return her embrace.

In our unfinished garden,
warm stones resting atop one another,
forming a wobbly tower,
trying to connect with a true light.

Above the smoky air, faltering steps,
can I see the true shape of your struggles?
Does a malicious gnome
shape my projections?
He topples our confidence.

Do we know if we still want the same?

Your anesthetic drops,
drunk in secret behind smiles.
Your cruelty is a sarcastic, sober blow,
breaking down fleeting joy.

I long for stillness,
for a day without wrinkles.
Why do we argue for first place?
I lost to our demons, invisible enemies.
I heal my fading certainty,
Last night, I dreamt of a well,
repeating my thoughts.

Without context, we are lost,
surrounded by thick walls built by rifts.
We are still impatient for closeness.
We grapple with a weight of assumptions.

Seeing the tower of wobbly stones,
I don’t want to let go of your hands
trusting, warmly kind,
like a promise of endless green,
in our unfinished garden.