Aligned

That night in the car,
on our first date,
I knew the life I’d have with you.

I could not see it, think or spell it,
But know, that I felt it.

The road unwound beneath us, a ribbon through the dark,
And time itself seemed to pause, aligning with our spark.

The city lights, a distant blur,
our world, right here, confined,
To the dreams we’d yet to find.

We spoke of trivial things at first,
But even then, I felt the pull,
For in your voice, there was a tune,
that called to my own spirit.

The future was a mystery unclaimed,
But on that night, within your smile,
my heart was truly named.

We’ve traveled far from that first night,
through trials, tears, and laughter,
Yet, that moment in the car,
foretells the ever after.

For though I could not see it,
think it, or predict it,
That night, beneath the stars,
our lives were interdicted.

Here’s to all the unseen roads, whatever we come through,
And to the night it all began when I found home in you.

I would die for you

Would you prioritize yourself for me?
Would you pause and care for what’s yours?
For one brief moment?
Through winter or through spring?
Could you do it for a whole year?
You’re drowning in the undertow
of your own relentless thoughts.

“I would die for you,”
That’s what you say
when the darkness wraps around
like a suffocating shroud,
and the weight of living
feels like an anchor on your chest.

The mirror reflects a stranger,
a version of you, you cannot comprehend.
Scars, both seen and unseen,
tell stories of struggles drowned
in the waters of your mind.

“I would die for you,”
but what does that really mean?
In the quiet moments between breaths,
I grapple with the contradiction
of wanting to disappear
and craving a life unburdened.

The night bears perplexities,
whispers promises of quietude,
but morning breaks with an inexorable sun,
and you’re left with the echoes
of a combat fought within yourself.

“I would die for you,”
a desperate plea to an obscure presence.
Yet, here you are, still breathing,
trapped in the paradox
of loving life and hating it,
of yearning for connection
while pushing everyone away.

Would you take a break for me?
I would also die for you,
but first, we must learn to live
within the perverted patches
of our own adventuresome existence.

Each of them came from a different Star

Each of them came from a different star,
Silent travelers in the cosmic bazaar.
Through galaxies vast, they wandered far,
Seeking the tales of lives bizarre.

Some from the fires of an ardent sun,
With dreams ablaze, like a race began.
Their light, a beacon, guides their way,
Illuminating paths where destinies sway.

Others from the cool, and distant spheres,
Where wisdom speaks in crystalline tears.
Ice-born souls with quiet in their eyes,
Carrying the echoes of supernal lullabies.

Each of them, a leading light in the choir,
Ignited by dreams, fueled by their fire.
From Orion’s belt to the farthest afar,
Each of them came from a different star.

They danced in the nebulae, clasped by the night,
Weaving their stories in the scope of starlight.
In the vastness, their fortunes intertwined,
A song of constellations, forever enshrined.

Through the eons, their stardust shall soar,
As mythical wanderers, forevermore.
For in the material of the endless expanse,
They find their unity, their immortal dance.