She writes like the sky when it aches in the night,
soft words like raindrops, heavy with light.
Each verse a whisper, each line a sigh,
a thought unfinished, yet reaching the sky.

She mourns in echoes, in bruised, gentle hands,
finding beauty in loss she barely withstands.
A squirrel, a muse, a fleeting embrace,
love never dies—it just shifts its place.

She seeks the truth but walks through grey,
a heart once open, now kept at bay.
Yet, even in sorrow, she finds her hue,
a poet of storms, painting skies anew

She gave her light, soft and true,
but hands that took just let it bruise.
A heart once open, now worn and sore,
kindness bent, became the floor.

She sought truth, pure and bright,
only to face a blackened night.
“Why not believe?” destiny said,
but how could she, when all turned grey instead?

She once found love in a garden untamed,
flowers whispered, the evening sun flamed.
A hand in hers, a wish unspoken,
but even love can leave hearts broken.

And oh, the tiny soul she raised,
fur so soft, wild yet brave.
A bite for a wrong, a love that stayed,
until fate, so cruel, took her away.

She cried for a squirrel, screamed for a muse,
words felt heavy, nothing to use.
A poet lost, yet still she writes,
in soft, aching lines on rainy nights.

She loved, she lost, she still remains,
a poet who bleeds in ink-stained veins

a falling star,
drawn to another,
as if the universe
had always known.

I want to THANK YOU!
Thank You
I truly do
I would not be here without my you
Living and learning to love as we go
I am your John
You my Yoko
Without love
Lost and wondering
Just to lonely souls
We are better together so the story goes
When things get crazy
I promise to never let you go
I will follow you down
Wherever you may go
We’re chasing everlasting love with its magical glow....................  
Never again will my heart be alone

O’ Divine Beloved, if Thy face would shine,
What nectar sweet, what bliss divine!
In that gaze, where truth does dwell,
All worlds would merge, all hearts rebel.

Thy mercy flows, an endless stream,
Filling the soul with boundless dream.
The very earth would bend and sway,
At Thy command, night turns to day.

The seas would bow, the heavens hum,
Each star would dance, its light undone.
Thy rays would pierce the darkest skies,
And angels tremble, lost in Thine eyes.

No soul would thirst, no heart would bleed,
In Thee, the cure for every need.
Every prayer, each sigh, each tear,
Would rise to Thee, O’Lord, so near.

Thine eyes, O’ Suns, with blazing might,
Would draw me close and end the night.
A single glance, and I would fade—
In Thy embrace, my soul is made.

Could I but see Thee, once and true,
My heart would soar, my soul would strew
Its love upon the winds of grace,
And in Thy gaze, I’d find my place.

No storm could rage, no wind would tear,
In Thy embrace, all would be fair.
Love would reign, and peace would call,
In Thy sweet mercy, I would fall.

No longer lost, no longer blind,
In Thee, O’ Lord, my soul shall find
The light it seeks, the truth it craves,
In Thy grace, all doubt behaves.

O’ Divine Presence, let me see,
Unveil Thyself and set me free.
In Thy light, all things would grow,
And in Thy love, I’d cease to know
The world, the pain, the grief, the strife—
For in Thy love, I’d live my life.

And when this fleeting time has flown,
Thy name, O’ Lord, will be my own.
Whisper it once, and I will fall,
Melt like dew beneath Thy call.

For in Thy grace, all things align,
And I, O’ Lord, forever shine.
Thy love, my soul’s eternal song,
In Thee, my heart shall dwell, lifelong

Do lips have ears to catch the sound,  
Do lips have eyes where visions drown?  
Do lips hold hearts that softly beat,  
In every whisper, every greet?  

Do lips, with honey, sweetly blend,  
A taste of dreams that never end?  
Do lips, with saffron’s gentle hue,  
Hold secrets deep, both rich and true?  

Do lips have souls, a spark, a flame,  
That kindles love, that calls your name?  
How do these lips, with power untold,  
Weave magic warm and tender, bold?  

With every sigh, with every kiss,  
They stir the heart to boundless bliss.  
Like roses soft, with petals pure,  
Their fragrance lingers, sweet and sure.  

Kisses, the secret to life’s delight,  
A spark of heaven in the quiet night.  
A touch that holds the universe still,  
Binding souls with an unspoken thrill.  

Valentine’s joy, with love so bright,  
Fills the heart and lights the night.  
A gift of passion, a tender vow,  
A promise of forever, here and now.  

So tell me, seeker, with longing true,  
What ancient force lies hid from view?  
For in these lips, both soft and pure,  
Lies love’s own secret, rich and sure.  
A sweetness, like saffron, finely spun,  
In every kiss, a world begun.

I am aware of the voices
Aware of the choices
That led to these scars
Each one is beautiful
Each one is dark
Each one tells a story
Of how they left their mark
Some are from anger
Some are from pain
Some of these scars even have a name
I remember how they cut me
How I felt ashamed
In a moment of weakness
I’d play a little game
Sink the blade deeper
Grit me teeth through the pain
Each one of these scars
Tells a story
No two are the same