Upon the canvas of the velvet night,
Bright stars adorn the vast expanse with light.

Whispers of love, the night breeze conveys,
In sycamore trees, where melodies play.

Feathered minstrels, in twilight’s embrace,
“say you love me hold me tight and kiss me
Sing songs of affection, weaving grace.

Dream, oh dream, in the quiet moon’s decree,
A little dream of love, sweet reverie.

Bid “Night-ie night,” a tender adieu,
A kiss bestowed, as vows are renewed.

Hold me tight, in the shadows’ decree,
Promise to miss me, in the vast sea.

Alone, I am, in the midnight’s blue hue,
Dreaming of love that is strong and true.
Stars may fade, their brilliance withdrawn,
Yet my heart lingers, until the dawn.

A kiss, a craving, in the night’s reprieve,
Longing to linger, and sweet dreams achieve.
From dusk till dawn, the yearning persists,
A silent declaration, sealed with soft mists.

Sweet dreams, like sunbeams, shall find their way,
Chasing worries, as night turns to day.
In the realm of dreams, where realities flee,
Dream a little dream, my love, of me.

The celestial ballet, a final bow,
As stars bid adieu, fading somehow.

Yet the echo lingers, in the night’s decree,
Dream a little dream, eternally.

:: 02.01.2024 ::

I wish that tear to be
so pure, a true drop-see;
Innocent expression, true,
conjured from the depths of me.

A sad apple’s biting taste,
sparrow hills, burning in haste.
Yet, my dress falls gracefully,
a journey from here to a serene there.

Ageless tears witness desire,
each frame a flash, my soul afire.
I wish for rain to dance with me,
and cloud-thunder only an eye-God sees.

What I am inside always,
just me, under the gaze of endless days.

:rev: 01.01.2024:

[orig: 04.15.2014]

Sonata in A Major

A quill adorned with feathers light!
In solitude, her spirit takes flight.
A tranquil chamber, a mind agleam,
With musings that twirl, a gentle dream.

The pen ascends, in ink it croons,
A hymn of optimism, on parchment swoons.
The heart’s inkwell, an endless sea,
Where visions sail, unbridled, free.

Across domains of thoughts untold,
She knits her verses, a spell to unfold.
In dashes and dots, a covert code,
The language of hearts, generously bestowed.

Nature murmurs in her attentive ear,
A symphony that all humanity can hear.
The whispering leaves, the sunlit skies,
Within each line, a universe lies.

Amidst these verses, enigmas entwine,
In shadows where truth and mysteries align.
A garden of words, truth blooms,
She nurtures with care, the fountain of youth resumes.

Oh, Emily, within words you reside,
A poet’s essence, a sacred guide.
In every line, a world anew,
A legacy of words, eternally true.

:: 01.26.2024 ::