Hold them Close

A spouting seed,
A field of golden wheat,
A meadow of flowers,
A wordless prayer.
Time marches on without care,
Memories remain or are lost,
The white pages become yellow and stained,
As the gears of the clock slowly rust away.
A lone tree,
A leisurely stream,
A gentle breeze,
A soft, loving voice.
To stardust everything shall return,
To start it all anew,
For new life to grow,
Even stars must someday die.
A downpour of rain,
A mountain covered in snow,
A river that leads to the sea,
A desert in bloom,
An ever-growing dream.
Villages become towns,
Towns become cities,
The land changes and shifts,
History is recorded,
As time marches on without care.
A spouting seed,
A field of golden wheat,
A meadow of flowers,
A wordless prayer,
A song without a name.
Do hear my voice,
Do you know my name,
Do you know,
Do you remember?
A sea breeze,
A fallen tree,
A forest full of life,
A burning fire,
A lingering memory.
Buildings rise and fall,
Nature reclaims its land,
Time embraces the lost,
Even as the stars continue to glow.
Tell me,
Ask me,
A wordless prayer,
Hear me,
Know me,
A soft, loving voice,
Remember,
Hold them close,
An ever-growing dream,
A song without a name,
Do hear my voice,
Do you know my name,
A lingering memory,
Don’t let time allow it all to slip away.
A spouting seed,
A field of golden wheat,
A meadow of flowers,
Time marches on without care,
The white pages become yellow and stained,
To stardust everything shall return,
To start it all anew,
For new life to grow,
Even stars must someday die,
Hold them close,
And be reborn,
Don’t allow me to take away the time you have,
With those you love.

I Am a Witch

I am a witch,
Loved yet hated,
Fire is my domain,
My blessing and curse.
For though I give warmth,
I may burn all who touch me.
With this life, I swore to live,
But here I am alone,
Longing for a love I can never have.
Bitterness and joy,
Envy fills my heart,
When I see the life I wished to have,
The life I can never be given.
I am a witch,
Fire is my domain,
My voice is my spell,
A blessing and a curse,
For who would trust my words?
Who would dare listen?
I swore never to waste my days away,
But here I am, hidden away,
As sadness drowns my already broken heart.
My fire gifts warmth,
But I may burn all who touch me.
I am a witch,
Loved yet hated,
Cursed to be forever alone.
I give, I sing,
I scream, I pray,
I burn,
Till my bitterness and joy,
The envy and sadness,
Till it all becomes ash,
Till I, the witch,
Are no more,

Sparks Light the Fire

Before the bonfire,
Beneath a canopy of branches,
Flowers bloom within the sky,
Drums are the thunder,
Gunpowder fills the air,
Drops of fading rain,
The wind are voices,
Echoing through the earth.
Darkness glows,
Sparks light the fire,
Burning, dancing,
Lanterns made of embers,
Drift and fall like leaves.
Rusted metal red with time,
Breaks and turns to dust.
Ticking clock,
Broken glass,
Before the bonfire,
Dancing, falling,
Drifting, rising,
Turning,
Flowers bloom within the sky,
Drums are the thunder,
Gunpowder fills the air,
A reflection of the stars,
Drops of fading rain,
The howling wind,
Voices echo through the earth.
Glowing darkness,
A canopy of branches,
Sparks light the fire,
Burning, dancing,
Lanterns are embers,
Rust the leaves,
Glass as dew drops.
Dancing, falling,
Drifting, rising,
Turning,
Trees become a bed,
Of blooming seeds.
Untilled earth cracks,
Sand falls,
Lanterns made of embers,
Drift and fall like leaves,
Drops of fading rain,
The wind are voices.
Before the bonfire,
Sparks light the fire,
Burning, dancing,
Flowers bloom within the sky,
Drums are the thunder,
Dancing, falling,
Drifting, rising,
Turning.
Darkness glows,
Gunpowder fills the air,
Beneath a canopy of branches,
Seeds spread,
A reflection of the stars.
Rusted metal red with time,
Breaks and turns to dust.
Ticking clock,
Broken glass,
Drops of fading rain,
The howling wind,
Voices echo through the earth.
Dancing, falling,
Drifting, rising,
Turning,
Sparks light the fire;

My Voice Eternal

Blooming, incinerating,
Bells ring,
Petals fall as ash,
Seeds rise as flames.
Stone becomes the sand slipping through my fingers,
Threads intertwine,
Tightening, breaking, enduring,
As red stains white, the darkest black.
Ií’äa Há'lóuse,
Wilting, renewing,
My song is a spell,
My voice, a silence piercing the cacophony,
Ií'ëná Na'nii'aós Eterrin.
The sword is mine to wield,
The truth is mine to hold,
My fate is my own,
Ha'íya Iích'bäa A'fénós Ií'ëná Lata'ëith.
Scales of burning blue,
Fangs of piercing white,
Wings that embrace,
A blackened sword,
A cursed life.
Ií’äa Há'lóuse,
Blooming, incinerating,
Bells ring,
Petals fall as ash,
Seeds rise as flames.
Sand becomes the glass reflecting the unbreakable truth,
Threads are weaved,
My sword severs the fraying string,
As red stains white, the darkest black.
Na'vi'aós, Na'vi'aós Na'fáyä,
Wilting, renewing,
My song is a spell,
My voice, a silence piercing the cacophony,
Ií'ëná Na'nii'aós Eterrin.
The sword is mine to wield,
The end is mine to embrace,
Fate is mine,
Ha'íya Iích'bäa A'fénós Ií'ëná Lata'ëith.
Spreading wings,
Of burning blue,
Ií'ëná Däi'draon,
Ií'ëná Lâ'saé'yu,
Our voices resound into a roar,
A single cry,
A wordless prayer.
Na'vi'aós Thä'teé Na'vaós A'fénós Lú’Éz,
Blooming, incinerating,
Wilting, renewing,
I am here.
Bells ring,
Our cry resounds,
Wings embrace,
A blackened sword,
Ií'ëná Tö'këir'ris Lú'yunâ.
Petals fall as ash,
Seeds rise as flames.
Na'vi'aós,
Threads intertwine,
As red stains white, the darkest black.
My song is a spell,
Our voice, a silence piercing the cacophony,
Ha'íya Iích'bäa A'fénós Ií'ëná Lata'ëith.
I am here,
Ií'ëná Nâ'fáyu,
Fate is mine,
Ií'ëná Lú’lata,
My voice is eternal;

Time Moves On

An endless blue sky,
Dancing fields of gold,
Distant moons on the horizon.
Flowers bloom,
Sand drifts in the wind,
Time moves on.
Ruins of another time,
Another life,
Return to dust.
The stars burn,
The sun shines,
White dots the sky like ships upon the sea,
As seeds grow upon barren earth.
Steel machines lie unmoving,
Lights flicker from within cracked glass,
The sounds, the memories of yesterday,
Echo throughout hallow stone.
An endless night sky,
Fields of green,
Starlight pierces through the dark,
Calm waters become a mirror,
A reflection, a dream,
As trees sway in the wind,
Time moves on.
Above and below,
The memories remain,
Crystal untouched,
Gemstones uncarved,
Alongside rusted metal,
Reclaimed by the earth.
Waves tear down mountains,
Coral colors the barren floor,
Creatures hunt deep below,
Where light cannot reach,
Islands lie in wait till they rise towards the clouds.
An endless blue sky,
Dancing fields of gold,
Distant moons on the horizon.
Flowers bloom upon ruins,
Sand drifts in the wind and gathers,
Time moves on.
Ruins of another time,
Another life,
Overgrown and lost.
Sunsets and drifting clouds,
Steel machines lie unmoving,
Darkness rests within cracked glass,
The sounds, the memories of yesterday,
Remain silent.
An endless night sky,
Fields of green,
Ghosts pierce through the dark,
As trees sway in the wind,
Stones untouched,
Waves tear down mountains,
Islands rise towards the clouds.
An endless cycle,
Within an eternal sky;

Patterns

Fragments fall,
Voices echo in the void,
Forever glowing,
Patterns fill the sky.
The blue of night reflects the galaxy,
Nebulas sway in solar winds like branches on a tree,
Dark matter and gravity dance with space-time.
Ghosts fill the emptiness,
Remnants shine,
Before the dark swallows them.
Colors and light,
Darkness and void,
Fire and cold,
Stardust gathers to create.
Fragments fall,
Voices echo in the void,
Forever glowing,
Patterns fill the sky,
As I weave the threads to fill the barren sky.
Comets soar, planets form,
Moons mirror suns,
Reflections of light,
The blue reveals the distant galaxy.
Forming, creating,
Destroying, dying,
Renewing.
Dreams and voices mix,
Flowers and trees,
Drifting sands and towering mountains,
Water becomes ice,
Rock melts and hardens,
Rain falls within the wind.
The blue of night reflects the galaxy,
Nebulas sway in solar winds like branches on a tree,
Dark matter and gravity dance with space-time.
Ghosts fill the emptiness,
Remnants shine,
Before the dark swallows them.
Again and again.
Colors and light,
Darkness and void,
Fire and cold,
Stardust gathers to create.
Dreams and voices mix to echo in the void,
Patterns fill my mind,
As I weave the threads to fill the endless sky.
Fragments fall,
Full of stardust,
Forever glowing,
As patterns, as memories,
Of everything:

Fate

Entangling, enchanting,
Broken and beautiful,
Glass flowers bloom and shatter.
Tiny fragments like thorns,
Peirce skin and draw red.
Pieces form constellations with crimson threads,
Burning fiery red till it snaps.
Falling, falling,
Entangling, enchanting,
Broken and beautiful,
Is that the future?
The flower of my dreams blooms,
Till the colors become cold.
Dancing, intertwining,
Distorting,
The mirror reflects the truth,
My colorless, hopeless self,
Fate’s choice for me.
Broken and beautiful,
Glass flowers bloom and shatter.
Tiny fragments like thorns,
Peirce skin and draw red.
Pieces form false constellations with crimson threads,
Burning fiery red till it snaps and falls.
Entangling, enchanting,
What lies beyond,
What colors can I weave into the sky?
Dancing, intertwining,
Distorting,
I strangled my hopeless self,
Piercing the mirror with crimson threads,
The colorless flower of my dreams blooms,
From the ruins of fallen stars,
Fate is mine to weave.
Entangling, enchanting,
Dancing, intertwining,
Distorting, forming,
Broken and beautiful,
Glass flowers bloom.
False constellations shatter,
Pieces form constellations with opal threads,
Painting the void and weaving colors into the sky.
Is that the future?
The flower of my dreams blooms,
Colorless till fragments pierce my skin,
Entangling, enchanting,
The mirror reflects the truth,
My truth.
This fate is mine to create;

Alight in Fire, I Burn

Alight in fire, I burn
A dance everlasting,
Embers like leaves,
I stand alone, unrelenting,
Free and unbound,
I fill the sky, the void, with my light.
Painted in colors,
Vibrant and cold,
A flame that reveals the truth,
I’m mortal and immortal,
A beginning and an end,
A cycle never-ending,
Till they cease to be.
Alight in fire, I burn
A dance everlasting,
I hold many names,
Stories weaved from my light,
Embers like leaves,
Free and unbound,
I give and take,
Just as I open and close the paths of fate.
I do not fear,
The rain and bitter cold,
The enduring earth,
My own flames,
My death and rebirth,
I’m mortal and immortal,
A dance everlasting,
I stand alone, unrelenting,
Painted in colors,
Vibrant and cold,
I embrace worlds, I smother them,
I chase the dark, I create the dark,
Even as I fill the sky, the void, with my light.
Alight in fire, I burn
A dance everlasting,
Embers like leaves,
Painted in colors,
Vibrant and cold,
I stand alone, unrelenting,
Free and unbound,
I hold many names,
I give and take,
Just as I open and close the paths of fate,
A flame that reveals the truth,
I do not fear,
The rain and bitter cold,
The enduring earth,
My own flames,
My death and rebirth,
I’m mortal and immortal,
A beginning and an end,
A cycle never-ending,
Till it all ceases to be;

Folded Paper

Folded paper,
Winter nights,
The quiet only silenced by cracking embers,
Bits of stardust glowing in the dark.
Ink stains and dried paint,
Crystals dangling from simple threads,
Grey dust sprinkles the dark void,
A reflection upon calm waves.
Scattered like petals,
Parts litter an old workshop,
Tools hang upon worn wood,
Scarred by use, a record of another time.
Folded paper,
A piece of the sky,
Stained and worn,
Yet just as bright.
Crackling embers, dangling crystals,
Light reflects upon white silver snow,
Like moon dust beneath the sun.
The smell of oil and paint are a memory,
The scent of wood and water a calming thought,
The quiet sounds, a soft song.
The cold is far away,
The void beyond my reach.
Ink stains and dried paint,
Scattered like petals,
Tools hang upon worn wood,
Crystals dangling from simple threads,
A record of another time, a dream.
Words are silent,
Words are powerful,
The folds hold them back.
Grey dust sprinkles the dark void,
The moon’s reflection upon calm waves.
Folded paper,
Winter nights,
A piece of the sky,
Stained and worn,
Yet just as bright.
Memory and dreams,
Thoughts and emotions,
Loud yet silent,
The quiet only silenced by cracking embers,
Bits of stardust glowing in the dark.
Crystals dangle from simple threads,
Worn and used,
They dance in the memory-filled air.
Light reflects upon white silver snow,
Like moon dust beneath the sun.
The smell of oil and paint are a memory,
The scent of wood and water an emotion,
The quiet sounds, a gentle song,
A record of another time, a dream.
Winter nights,
The quiet only silenced by cracking embers,
Bits of stardust glowing in the dark.
Ink stains and dried paint,
A piece of the sky,
Stained and worn,
Yet just as bright.
Scattered like petals,
Parts litter an old workshop,
Crackling embers, dangling crystals,
The cold is far away,
The void beyond my reach.
Memory and dreams,
Thoughts and emotions,
Loud yet silent,
Powerful yet gentle,
It's all a dream,
All a memory,
The folds hold them back,
Till they’re unfurled,
As ink upon folded paper;