Daily Archives: October 6, 2024

Look to the Stars!

I dared to lift my eye tonight
Upon a silver Sea
Where stars, like sailors—trimmed with Light—
Sailed far—away from me.

The firmament—a curious Thing—
Pressed low upon the Hill—
As if the Sky—with gentle Wing—
Would bear me upward—still.

No earthly tether—held me fast
No Dust—upon my feet
I stood—a Stranger—free at last
Where Earth and Heaven meet.

The stars—they whispered—”Come away
Where mortal Hands can’t reach”
And Time—a thin and fragile Day
Slipped from the aching Beach.

I felt the Heavens—softly part
And Breath of Ether—cool
Enticed the limits of my Heart
Beyond the body’s rule.

The Wind—a secret sentient guide
Embraced me in its Wake
It carried Dreams—both far and wide
Where nothing could forsake.

The World below—seemed dim and small
Its Chains—no longer tight—
For I had scaled—its crumbling Wall
To chase a Higher Light.

No Hero’s sword—nor Shield I bore
No Triumph in my name
But something in me yearned for More
Beyond the mortal Frame.

A Ship of stardust swift and sure
Unseen yet ever near
Carried my Soul forever pure
Toward Realms of Bright and Clear.

The Night released its faithful grasp
The Day too faint to bind
And in the stars I felt at last
The Life I’d left behind.

Not Flesh nor Time could ever be
The Boundaries of Man
For in the Stars a Mystery
Awaits a broader Plan.

So when your gaze does wander high
Beyond the Cloud and Blue
Remember it is not the Sky
But You who must break through.

:: 10.06.2024 ::


The Eternal Thirst of Immortal Love

Though you are weary of the night,
I crave your presence, to my soul’s delight.
Our forms entwined, by fevered moonlight,
In passion’s throes, we meet in the twilight.
The air is thick, our skin drenched in mist,
Yet still, I hunger for your fatal kiss.
You consume my heart with each fleeting sigh,
And from your veins, I drink till I fly.
Yet no matter how deep the crimson runs,
My thirst for you can never be undone.

The world is mine, a prize of fate’s decree,
Won in a contest of chance and destiny.
But what care I for such trivial gain?
The spoils of fortune, to me, are vain.
I confess, for all the treasures I possess,
They pale to the taste of your sweet distress.
You ravish my heart, with every breath you give,
And still I thirst—forever I live.

:: 10.05.2024 ::

La Soif Éternelle de l’Amour


La Soif Éternelle de l’Amour Immortel

Bien que tu sois las(se) de la nuit,
Je désire ta présence, pour la joie de mon âme.
Nos formes s’entrelacent sous la lune enfiévrée,
Dans les affres de la passion, nous nous rencontrons au crépuscule.
L’air est lourd, nos peaux baignées de brume,
Et pourtant, je languis toujours de ton baiser fatal.
Tu consumes mon cœur à chaque souffle éphémère,
Et de tes veines, je bois jusqu’à m’envoler.
Peu importe la profondeur du flot écarlate,
Ma soif de toi ne pourra jamais être étanchée.

Le monde est à moi, un prix du décret du destin,
Gagné dans un jeu de hasard et de fortune.
Mais que m’importe un tel gain futile ?
Les dépouilles de la fortune me semblent vaines.
Je l’avoue, pour tous les trésors que je possède,
Ils pâlissent face à la saveur de ta douce détresse.
Tu ravis mon cœur à chaque souffle que tu donnes,
Et pourtant, je reste assoiffé—pour l’éternité, je vis.

:: 10.05.2024 ::


Pathétique 3

O emotions! you wild winds that sweep
Between the breath of earth and sky,
Where words fall short, but the spirit knows,
Yes, feels in the marrow, that life’s cruel song
Is just a fleeting note—sharp, unjust, but brief.

O soul of tears! Lift your chin high,
Though the heart may sink, low as the bending grass,
The sky weeps with you, the universe mourns—
Each spirit crushed, yet rising like the sun,
Tending to the wounded stems of far-off lands,
Where even sorrow’s barges drift—laden heavy,
Pressing against the shores of your tender heart.

But ah! through the storm of pain, through tears of fire,
The soul, like morning after rain, clears—
A sky so blue, it speaks of brevity!
For all mortal pain, no matter how it stings,
Is but a moment’s song.

And though the earth spins in its mystic dance,
You, beloved, who breathed love back into me,
Whose words stand tall like columns of truth,
Are the pillar that holds my tender being,
For love denied is a crime of the heart,
And loveless life is treason—
A punishment paid in a currency that leaves the soul wanting.

O, the festival of life! No longer a surprise,
I know your voice, your whisper like a breeze,
And in that knowing, I find the balm for wounds unseen,
For love lost is love remembered, forever keen.

:: 10.05.2024 ::