Fragments of spirit turned into words

I keep the threshold between the worlds,

Where time's eternal wheel unfurls.

When daylight fades to shadow's call

And dawn breaks free from darkness' thrall,

I remain to guard the sacred beat

That makes the cosmic rhythm complete.

My vigil knows no rest or pause,

Bound by celestial, timeless laws.

Through seasons' change and years that flow,

I watch the dance of high and low—

Light chasing shadow 'cross the sky,

While ancient mysteries drift by.

The moon weaves silver through my dreams,

Her threads like liquid, flowing streams.

The sun's gold hands lift me to wake,

New melodies from silence make.

These architects of day and night

Have taught me songs of pure starlight.

My fingers speak what words cannot,

Translating all that time forgot.

In frequencies of black and white,

I channel thoughts from infinite height.

Each note spirals like temple fire,

Lifting earthbound souls up higher.

I am the child of dust and star,

Connected to all near and far.

The living earth beneath my feet

Makes ancient rhythms feel complete.

Old songs flow through my waiting veins,

While cosmic music breaks my chains.

In footsteps of the ones before,

Who watched these stars from distant shore,

I find my voice in silence deep,

Where sacred mysteries always sleep.

What flows from me belongs to all—

The wind, the tide, the desert’s call

In twilight hush, their shadows climb,
small hands upon the bark of time.
They ask for nothing but a place to be,
a cradle of branches, a family tree.

No fangs bared, no harm they bring,
just hungry hearts in the quiet spring.
The night is their blanket, the stars their guide,
survival the song that beats inside.

Yet whispers rise of “control” and chains,
to drive them out, despite no stains
upon the peace they’ve kept so still —
their only crime: to live, to fill.

Oh neighbors, pause — and let them stay,
for kindness carves the gentler way.
The world is wide, but homes are few…
what if the threatened were me, or you

I walked through shadows, blind, undone,
yet felt a Presence, patient, one.
It watched my demons rise and fall,
and softly whispered through it all:

“I love you so, I always will,
I’ll wait until your heart is still.”

I knew no name, yet felt that grace,
a Voice that spoke in empty space.
Each night I climbed the weary stair,
somehow aware Love waited there.

My will was weak, my spirit torn,
yet deep within, a vow was sworn.
If I would choose a sober way,
the truth would meet me in the day.

And so I turned, the shadows fled,
I followed every word Love said.

Until I found, revealed and true:
the Voice of Love was God — I knew

What happens to a sound
that trembles from the strings?
Does it vanish like a shadow
retreating into shade,

or linger like a fermata,
holding breath until it fades?
Does it circle back,
a repeat that won’t resign,

or get swallowed by the measure,
lost within the offbeat time?

Perhaps it wanders endless,
like stars across the sky —
or maybe, like all else,
it learns at last to die

Will I live today,
or vanish with the night?
Will tomorrow hold you,
or fade beyond my sight?

The hours move unspoken,
a sorrow lingers near —
a shadow pressed against my chest,
the only thing they hear.

The cloud becomes an ocean,
its rain consuming me.
From pedal into string,
from finger into key —
a music rising past the grief,
more than all they see

In a second,
another blink —
the moment slips,
the boat must sink.

With every beat,
another breath,
the rise and fall,
the trial of death.

Across each bump,
another hill,
a line is drawn,
then left still.

Within this world,
another fight,
a fleeting spark
lost from sight

Confusion weighs,
the pulse is torn,
a fragile rhythm
bruised and worn.

Again it stumbles,
a beat misplaced,
a breath runs out,
a moment erased.

The cycle turns,
a harsh design —
a love replayed,
yet never mine

The moments passed, elapsed,
and now the truth comes clear.
This year’s been hard,
the road was scarred,
reflections in the mirror.

New fate has crossed my way,
made sense of every thought.
What once was blurred,
inside, unheard —
now shines where it was not

It all falls into place
Few stops along the way
But hardly there
I’m still so far
And yet so near to fate

I’m dying everyday
The heart beating away
For each second is taking us
Much farther from today

I met the fire within his eyes,
a moment’s spell, a brief surprise.
Then silence broke, the force was gone,
new thoughts descended, drifting on.

The echoes stirred — I’d felt before,
a longing rising from the core.
Ache returning, evermore,
to hold him once, and then no more

No storm had raged, no wind was harsh,

the soil was soft, the sky was sparse.

Yet still a shadow learned to climb,

a question echoing through time.

The others bloomed, their branches sure,

their roots were steady, firm, secure.

But one grew restless, pulled apart,

a hunger dwelling in its heart.

The silence pressed, it would not speak,

the stars went dim, the night grew bleak.

Why must the flame so swiftly die,

and leave no answer in the sky?

The hush grew deep, the heavens stayed,

no voice returned, no truth conveyed.

And in that void, the longing grew—

for what is lost, and what is true

Memories come flooding back,
as I lay down in the night.
Black and white, the pictures fade,
yet burn in endless light.

Scenes return, unbidden,
from that heavy Monday sky.
The ache still whispers softly,
a question without reply.

But even through the sorrow,
a hidden truth takes shape:
the heart can break and gather strength,
the soul can bend, not break