Beneath the sky, both vast and blue, There lies a thread connecting me to you. Through joy, through sorrow, through years untold,
By Luciaabout a year ago in Poets
The clock counts down, the moments fade, An ancient dance of time replayed. The stars look on, the heavens sing, As earth revolves, reborn with spring.
In quiet woods where shadows dance, The earth breathes life, a timeless trance. A thousand voices, soft yet clear, Speak to the heart for those who hear.
The night dissolves, a fading dream, Its shadows melt in golden gleam. A fiery crown, the morning’s heir, Rises high through heaven's air.
Beneath the stars, where silence hums, A song is sung, though no voice comes. In endless depths of space and time, The universe weaves its ageless rhyme.
The world falls quiet, draped in snow, A silver moon begins to glow. The stars above, like candles bright, Adorn the velvet cloak of night.
It begins as a whisper, a fleeting thought, A shadow from nowhere, a feeling caught. It creeps through the cracks of a peaceful day,
There’s a fire inside, though faint it may burn, A quiet glow that will always return. When the night is long and hope feels thin,
In silence deep, where shadows fall, A quiet strength begins to call. When fear and doubt cloud every way, It whispers softly, “You’ll be okay.”
In winter’s grasp, the world does sigh, A breath of frost beneath the sky. The trees stand bare, their branches pale, As icy winds begin their tale.
In a snow-clad village, calm and small, Where twilight painted a golden hall, A boy named Finn with eyes so bright, Prepared for the magic of Christmas night.
Will I ever be enough, I ask the empty skies, When shadows of my failures form tears within my eyes? The world, it sets a standard, a summit high and steep,
