What tomorrow holds

As destiny's puzzle unfolds
Know not what tomorrow holds
Maybe a dream come true
Or a passing of early morn dew
A prophet I can't be
Tomorrow to see
Yet to hope and be strong
Each tomorrow make our days long
In a smile born today
Tomorrow a hope everyday

Pavin

The window of my dreams

Darkness fell on the room
Awaiting the days doom
Through the window the street light blared bright
The beginning of endless night
Twisted and turned in the bed
Watching through the window sleepless eyes red
Dark clouds hide the moon and star
Through the window of dreams looking far
Wars in tis world to end
Swords beaten to plough the hungry to spend
Humans in grief in poverty sold
The powerful thrive hearts turning cold
Through the window of dreams awaiting a bright new dawn
Laughter of children early morn
With the children father's play
Their mothers filled with joy sunny ray
Life not by bills to clear
Life lived in peace not a burden to bear
The night turn to dawn in the window of dreams
To tis real world the heart screams
War and famine did not end
Hatred fed in hearts humanity in spineless bend
The days pass in pain and automated task
Awaiting dark for the window of dreams truth without mask

Pavin

When darkness silently
smolders my restless soul,
come like a steady storm,
dangerously pull me into a gravity
I would never want to escape.

For I would know you
by the touch that trembles
on my petal-soft skin,
making me quiver
in sensual anticipation.

I would know you
by your musky scent,
in which my breath dissolves,
swirling in seduction,
craving to explore more.

I would know you
by your slow breath,
caressing my skin like silk,
by the sound of your steady footsteps,
trembling the ground on which I stand.

I would recognize your soul
in the middle of a murmur,
melting me with its lingering
presence that penetrates me
with a fervent, fervid passion.

Stirring storms in full silence,
you make my desire swell,
till I slowly surrender
to savour this moment
of alluring, unexplored joy.

You I would know,
even with the last beat
of my restless heart,
my **** last breath
chanting your name like prayer.

🎀  𝒩𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒶 𝒥𝒶𝓃𝒾  🎀

pink skies played from the sky every day and we listened like it was the first time, every time, together. i miss the feeling of a warm circle, a communal dinner, and the never ending creaking doors i grew to love. you can photograph a beautiful forest, you can't recreate the sounds of life. these days the silence lets itself in slowly, discreet. the door behind it doesn't creak. by dark it is the loudest thing in the room. i fear the day it no longer makes a sound. i promise myself i will not get used to the presence of absence and all its subtleties in a way that feels like a race. the only unwanted guest. no place at this table, no chance to settle in

The silvers of influence
spill from the moon’s palm,
soft over skin warmed
by a beach day’s hush.

Here, paradise breathes —
not loud, but in sighs,
where seafoam curls
around ankle and ache.

Your gaze, dark as onyx,
doesn’t just look —
it lingers.
A smooth promise,
ripe with unspoken tides.

And I —
I unravel,
seduced by salt air
and the weight
of being seen.

🎀  𝒩𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒶 𝒥𝒶𝓃𝒾  🎀

I once was so sad
I came here and found a community
People like me
Restless and needing understanding
Lovely people
My account was hacked and I lost everything
I didn’t even get to say goodbye
Or even copy my poetry
The seen and the hidden
I have missed my friends so much
If anyone remembers me
Please let me know
The hugs will be endless
I have suffered the loss of you all
Deb