Opening the door to my heart, I step into a wild garden, air thick with the sweet scent of jasmine, leaves rustling softly, whispering secrets of the past.
Petals of joy unfurl, laughing in warm sunlight, while thorns prick my skin— a vibrant dance on the edge of pain.
Love flickers like fireflies in dusky twilight, glowing with fleeting promises against encroaching darkness.
In this tangled landscape, love and solitude are twin teachers, each nurturing growth:
one, a warm embrace; the other, quiet reflection, like a still pond mirroring the sapphire sky.
Pulsating existential heartbeats echo the symphony of tears and laughter, each note resonating with the pulse of life.
Every heartbeat sings— joyful pulsation mingled with sighs of sorrow, melodies lingering long after the final notes fade.
As seasons change, I embrace the journey, dancing mindfully between joy and pain.
We both drink from this sea of Blue. You live downstream, but I am upstream. night after night I dream— of you. I see the stream, but you’re far from view. Will the moon above cease to glow? Will my yearning cease to flow? One day our twin hearts will merge, waiting, not in vain, for tides to surge.
Desert Dweller 