Lost and Found.

***

A spark has struck through my heart,
The moment your beauty tore me apart.
The world beneath vanished, silent and fast,
When you gave me a smile that could last.

I knew, accepted without delay,
That life without you would fade away.
Was it love at first sight, a destined embrace?
No one could tell, no one could trace –
Just words unspoken, filling the space.

A spark has struck through my heart again,
Smile for me once more, my dearest refrain.
I long to hear the breath you take,
And see your green eyes for my heart’s sake.

YOU.

Like sparks of light amidst the night,
You come by chance, a gleaming wonder,
And suddenly the world burns bright –
It seems it’s always been that thunder.

You’re like the dawn within my eyes,
As gentle as the morning’s rising.
Your smile – a soft and shining fright –
Has left me lost, without surmising.

Your eyes – like breeze on silent seas,
Like oceans pulling me down deeper.
I drowned in love, in sweetest peace,
And now the world feels kinder, sweeter.

But let me say – and make it clear –
You light my path again, much bolder.
I melt in springtime warmth sincere
Each time your voice lays on my shoulder.

And truly, yes, my heart beats fast
Each time your name I hear repeated.
In you, my every thought is cast –
My poet’s gaze is now completed.

Lost and Found.

I walked where echoes fear to tread,
Through hollow streets where silence fed.
The city lights, a ghostly gleam,
Reflected faces, lost in dream.
The night was cold, the stars stood still,
As if the sky had lost its will.
And in the dark, a voice was born,
A whisper wrapped in mist and morn.
‘Who are you now?’ the silence cried,
‘A fleeting spark, the tide's last sigh?’
Yet deep within, where shadows weave,
A heart still burned, refusing to grieve.
For even lost, we still belong,
A note inside an unfinished song.
The path may twist, the road may wane,
But every loss is not in vain.
And so I walked, though night was deep,
Through whispered winds and city sleep.
For even lost, I still was found,
Within the dark, the light was bound.

The Weight of Light.

Beneath the heavens, vast and pale,
Where silence wears a golden veil,
A spark ignites, unseen, untamed,
A truth too great to bear a name.
The rivers carve their solemn prose,
Through timeless stone, where no one knows,
If life begins where waters part,
Or in the chambers of the heart.
A thousand stars, each bold, alone,
Compose a hymn in cosmic tone,
Yet, as they sing, their echoes fade,
In shadows of the light they’ve made.
Does light give weight, or strip away,
The burden of our fleeting day?
Do we ascend, or merely fall,
When answering the silent call?
And still, the dawn with patient hand,
Writes wisdom on the shifting sand,
As mortals strain to catch a line,
To claim as theirs, to call divine.
Beneath the heavens, pale and vast,
We walk the edge of future, past,
And carry, though it burns so bright,
The fragile weight of fleeting light.

The Stillness of the Stars.

Beneath the boundless sky of night,
Where stars ignite their ancient light,
A whisper stirs, a cosmic hymn,
Of worlds beyond the ether’s rim.
The moon, a lantern pale and lone,
Hangs over earth, a silver throne,
Its beams, like threads of dreams untold,
Weave tapestries of silent gold.
The seas, they glimmer, soft, serene,
Reflecting the heavens’ vast machine.
Each wave a sigh, each crest a prayer,
A secret shared with empty air.
And here we stand, mere fleeting sparks,
Lost in the void’s eternal dark,
Yet in our hearts, the stars align,
To speak of love, of life divine.