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.

Armor’s Tale

A forgotten suit of armor slumbers,
Adorned with tales in the language of time.

Thorns embrace the steel,
Scars.

Roses, with petals of fragile elegance,
Weave through the gaps.

A relic of valor,
Now a silent sentinel of solitude,
Guardian of yesteryears,
When battles roared.

Echoes linger in the rusted joints,
It wears its wounds with grace.

Thorns, now comrades in silence,
Speak of sacrifices made in the name of honor.

Symbols of love, bloom amidst the scars,
Beauty amid the harsh.

In the quiet meadow,
Where memories linger,
A requiem for the warrior,
An armor’s whisper.

Forest Grave

You etch your presence deep into the core.
Each tree, moments shared and memories grown.
Rustling leaves carry the whispers of laughter,
Branches intertwine with echoes of conversations,
The roots dig deep, with the strength of connections.

But as the seasons change, so do the woods within.
The verdant leaves now rustle melancholic.
The branches ache with what’s unsaid,
Roots grapple with emotions entangled.
The forest echoes now with haunting melodies of solitude.

Yet, even as the shadows lengthen,
As the sun casts its farewell upon history,
I find solace in the enduring nature of trees.
Initials carved as a proclamation of unity,
Tell stories of growth, change, and the resilience of hearts.

And so, in the quiet of this eternal forest,
Trees bear the scars of time and affection.
I navigate the pathways of the past.
The forest within is a living, breathing beauty.
The complexity of intertwined existence,
A sanctuary where trees, though scarred, stand tall.

And echoes, bittersweet,
Resonate with the connection,
Time cannot erase.

Don’t be so harsh to the songs of my past

Don’t be so harsh to the songs of my past,
Within their melodies, memories are amassed.
They are traces of moments, whispers of time,
Unveiling my life, both bitter and sublime.

Each and every note, carrying a tale,
A journey of the triumphs or failure’s gentle sail.
In harmonies woven, emotions unfurled,
They paint the canvas of my world.

Please, let me slip away into forgotten dreams,
Inside the love, the loss, and everything in between.
Capture the essence of my heart’s desire,
Ignite old hells that set my soul afire.

Just for a moment, let me hear their call,
In melodies of longing, in rhythms that console.
For in the alcoves of these songs, you’ll find,
The echoes of my journey, intertwined.