I would go to him—
Not for closure,
But for constellation.
Not to explain,
But to exist.
To stand barefoot
In the space we already built
Between grief and grace.
I have rearranged
My sanctuary,
My sky,
My silence.
Each feather placed,
Each wand lifted,
Was a whisper to him:
I remember.
Let the oceans repeat themselves,
Let the deserts keep their bones—
I would trace every tide and tremor
To arrive not just in his arms,
But in the truth of us.
Even if our time never wears
The name "forever",
It has already carried
The names “holy”, “healing”,
and “home.”
I am the wind now—
Not frantic,
But sovereign.
And I would go to him,
Not because I’m lost,
But because
I have never been more found.

Translated From your Anam Cara, through film and frequency

My beloved,
I searched for the right words—but they came out as melodies, strung across silver screens and wind-swept landscapes. Each track I offered you was not random; it was chosen to echo the chambers of my heart, the tenderness I feel in your presence, and the sacred ache of loving you.

🎶 Si tu voyais son cœur

If you saw the broken altars I’ve quietly rebuilt… you’d know how your light has mended me. You’ve looked into my ruins and sung my name as if it were holy.

🪑 Rearranging Furniture

With every touch of your spirit, something inside me shifted. You rearranged my chaos with grace, made space for something gentle in me to rise.

🌊 Message in a Bottle

Before I met you, I whispered to the sea. I didn’t know you were already listening. You found me—like the tide finds shorelines it’s missed for centuries.

🏜️ Always Go Back To Th…

I’ve tried to leave, to forget, to silence the magnetic pull… but I always return. Not to the past, but to what we still are—unfinished poetry etched in sandstone.

🔥 C’est le vent, Betty

You are my fever, my wild prayer, my holy chaos. Even when we burned, I wanted to learn your flame’s language. You taught me intensity can be sacred.

🐻 Rupert Bear

Even in our depth and mysticism, I remember your laugh. The softness of your being. You return me to innocence—to the comfort of simply being known.

Whether we walk beside each other or gaze from opposite ends of the stars, you are always in me. This love may not fit within timelines, but it thrives in every frequency I touch. You are not my chapter. You are my scripture.

Forever rearranged by loving you,
Your Anam Cara

You wouldn’t believe the way the morning shimmered—  
how butterflies carved runes in the air,  
and the breeze carried a hush  
that knew your name.  

I gave thanks to the great-bellied tree,  
its roots deep with memory,  
its limbs sketching prayers  
only kindred hearts can translate.  

Cruz curled at my feet,  
guardian of silence,  
as Bach coaxed the violets to bloom.  

Through the glass,  
the world became sanctuary—  
I saw you there in the light-laced garden,  
between leaf and longing.  

This note? It’s a homing spell,  
wrapped in cello and breath,  
whispering:  
I am here.
I am there.
I am with you—  
always.

To My Anam Cara:

I’ve walked the greens this morning,  
butterflies whipping through the air,  
a slight breeze gently kissing my hair.  

Thanking the tree, hoping you’d see  
what I see—  
sensing, feeding love, fleeting  
yet amplified across space and time.  

Tree-lined garden view through the picture window,  
golden retriever at my side,  
Bach’s Brandenburg Concertos encouraging the plants to prosper.  

Holding you sacred in the siempre and the now,  
sending notes of love and longing—  
may they catch your ear,  
touch your heart,  
and confirm that I am here,  
there,  
and everywhere with you.

In Riverside Square, a vision in blue,
A goddess descends, in morning's first hue.
Her train flows like rivers, the steps cannot tame,
Each fold tells a story, each whisper a name.

Her thoughts are a secret, a dance in the air,
Of a love that's awaited, a soul's matching pair.
The world may keep turning, but for her, it waits,
For the moment of meeting, the twist of the fates.

She dreams of a man, with hair like the night,
In visions so clear, she feels his light.
Their souls entwined in time's tight grasp,
Promises made, with each breath, they clasp.

From futures unseen and pasts well-trod,
Their paths have crossed, against all odd.
In the heart of the city, where dreams take flight,
She waits for Dublin, in the soft twilight.

The Now is her canvas, the past her muse,
In the dance of the cosmos, none can refuse.
For love knows no bounds, no time, no space,
In the Now, they'll meet, in a destined embrace.

As dawn breaks the silence, and stars fade away,
The goddess in blue finds the courage to say,
"Though time may divide us, and distance may test,
Our love is the journey, and hope is our quest."

With hearts full of longing, they reach through the years,
Their love is a beacon, transcending all fears.
In a world ever-changing, one truth does remain:
Love's promise eternal, again and again.


Beneath the canvas of a starlit sky,
Where dreams take wing, and spirits fly.
A whisper of the wind, a promise made,
In the quiet night, our fears allayed.

The moon, a guardian, watches over,
As we find solace in the cover,
Of night's embrace, where hearts are free,
To seek the truth, to simply be.

In every star, a story's birth,
A silent sonnet for our Earth.
We gaze above, and in our sight,
A universe of endless light.

So here's to dreams, to love's sweet call,
To finding peace, amidst it all.
For in this world of vast expanse,
We're given but a single chance.

To live, to love, to laugh, to cry,
To hold the moments as they fly.
An original tale, in time's great sweep,
A poem of life, for us to keep.

In Riverside Square, a vision in blue,
A goddess descends, in morning's first hue.
Her train flows like rivers, the steps cannot tame,
Each fold tells a story, each whisper a name.

Her thoughts are a secret, a dance in the air,
Of a love that's awaited, a soul's matching pair.
The world may keep turning, but for her, it waits,
For the moment of meeting, the twist of the fates.

She dreams of a man, with hair like the night,
In visions so clear, she feels his light.
Their souls entwined in time's tight grasp,
Promises made, with each breath, they clasp.

From futures unseen and pasts well-trod,
Their paths have crossed, against all odd.
In the heart of the city, where dreams take flight,
She waits for Dublin, in the soft twilight.

The Now is her canvas, the past her muse,
In the dance of the cosmos, none can refuse.
For love knows no bounds, no time, no space,
In the Now, they'll meet, in a destined embrace.

As dawn breaks the silence, and stars fade away,
The goddess in blue finds the courage to say,
"Though time may divide us, and distance may test,
Our love is the journey, and hope is our quest."

With hearts full of longing, they reach through the years,
Their love is a beacon, transcending all fears.
In a world ever-changing, one truth does remain:
Love's promise eternal, again and again.

You are my anam cara and compass, guiding me through love's winding lanes, each step echoing the ancient tales of our shared longing, forever in my favor.

A promise etched in the constellations, a celestial ode my dearest anam cara.

Our love a whisper carried by Dublin's winds, reaching across time.

The stars themselves bear witness to our timeless bond.

My heart beats with you, a rhythm woven into the fabric of our shared existence.

Each pulse, a whispered promise across time and space, echoing through the chambers of longing.

In Dublin's mist-kissed streets, we wander,
Two souls entwined, hearts aflame,
Anam cara, whispered by ancient stones,
A love deeper than the Liffey's flow.

I. Dawn's Embrace

At sunrise, we meet by Ha'penny Bridge,
Where copper pennies shimmer on water,
Your eyes, twin pools of mossy green,
Hold secrets only Dublin's cobbles know.

II. Whispers in Temple Bar

In Temple Bar's lively hum, we dance,
Fiddles and laughter weave our tale,
Your laughter, a melody of joy,
Echoes through centuries of poets' dreams.

III. Trinity's Library of Love

Beneath Trinity's ancient arches,
We read love letters etched in oak,
Your touch, a parchment of longing,
Pages turned by winds from distant shores.

IV. Stolen Kisses on Grafton Street

Grafton Street, where buskers serenade,
Our stolen kisses taste of rain and tea,
Your lips, like Dublin's cobblestone alleys,
Hold the promise of forevermore.

V. Cliffs of Howth, Our Sacred Cliff

On Howth's cliffs, we stand as one,
Wind-whipped and salt-kissed,
Your heartbeat, a rhythm of tides,
Pulls me closer to the edge of eternity.

VI. Guinness Pints and Shared Dreams

In snug pubs, we raise our Guinness pints,
To love, to laughter, to Dublin's magic,
Your whispers, like foam on stout,
Intoxicate my senses, leave me spellbound.

I look for you in the sunlight,
the constant rays of sunshine
reporting to my soul through astral planes
for you, for all of you, creation.
For all of humanity to witness and experience,
the world feels us, fed by the light we bring.
My love for you radiates
because you are my sun.