No foreign star, no northern cloud,
Could shadow the threads we have independently weaved.

Time clenches today, weaving a mosaic of untold glories,
Forever to reminisce when it fades into yesterday.*

We billowed as kindred spirits,
Minds alike, gaze locked,
Counting grains in time's shifting hourglass.
Our vision darts to words spilling from our lips—
A deluge of paragraphs, sweet reminders,
Soulful effigies, hearts boundless, cheeks flushed.

Let us traverse a plain unbound by time. So long as it has you, dancing to your own tune,

Where the standing vorteces warm universes,
Energy brimming, yet unfound.

I'll sit on a barren rock and try to paint from simple memory etched into the grooves of my eyelids:


Your eyes, present and wide,
Devour colors, taste music, and see these feelings of a "not so lost" explorer.
Your ears linger on the song we play together,
Each note savored, yet ever bested by our next

The flavor of your lips—caramel and anise—
Linger heavy on my tongue, weaving my penchants.
You carry subtle glow, a visage divine, it torments me

I appreciate life's calculus, its subtle chaos.
Yet here, I wish to kneel,
To have faith in what feels and yearns to know.

I'd map constellations in the clouds of your curls,
Walking the vast vacuum of space
To pluck the glimmer of your ideas—
A bouquet of stars in your thoughts,
Praying that, like comets, they cross the night sky.

If you’ve the pen and ink,
We could paint an endless map
Of light and shadow,
Whispering secrets, I ache to unravel.

You, a celestial body, yet human still—
Your amber skin drinks the sun, no question feeding your resolve,
It hungers for its glow, immeasurable ambiance,
A hidden hue in its warm yellow embrace.
Your, twin sepia tondos,
Reflect a tapestry of a life well-tended:

A glissando of laughter, a symphony of perseverance,
Realities willed into being.

I'd tend to the pages of its mystery,
To the soft crescendo of your voice,
The vibrant flutter of butterflies still alive within.