their souls have danced together
intertwined in a love
that seemed destined for eternity
yet life’s unpredictable waves
led them to different paths
she realized that love
was not always about possessing
but sometimes about releasing
and with a heavy heart
she knew she had to set him free
letting go of someone you truly love
is perhaps one of life’s greatest challenges
and she knew
that she would always carry
a piece of him within her
and hopefully
that would be enough
Tag Archives: Thoughts
A Thousand Dreams – A Collaboration
This is a collaboration I did with my best friend Christopher. This has been in the works for a long time now and we are finally releasing it. If you’d love to meet him and read his journey, please visit him HERE. I love you bestie! Thank you for allowing me to write with you again.
inside the breath of summer
I find myself dancing
to the color of our love
and in the blink
of a thousand dreams
your breeze
leaves me at peace
Shades of light
*Picture is my own photography*
in the monochrome stillness
a black-and-white picture
reveals its secrets in its frame
a moment suspended
where shades of light
and darkness intertwine
there exists a silent masterpiece
with a lifetime of stories
etched upon its bark
and captured
by the lens of time
Raindrops
*Photo is my own*
in the gentle embrace
of morning’s caress
a solitary flower
makes its presence
its delicate petals wide open
revealing the life it holds
each slender curve
and exquisite detail
speaks of nature’s artistry
beauty that flourishes
in even the humblest
corners of existence
raindrops
like liquid diamonds
cling to the flower’s velvety surface
suspended in time
they glisten like precious memories
captured in nature’s fragile vessel
each beautiful drop
holds a story of its own
bearing the weight
of whispered secrets
gathered during long conversations
between petals and breeze
Weathered Bench
*Photo is my own*
time stretches
like a fragile thread
as I sit alone
on this weathered bench
in these moments
of suspended existence
I find myself caught
between the past and present
the ticking of the clock
becomes a resounding echo
amplifying the echoes
of my thoughts
each second
a drop in the hourglass
falls with a measured cadence
and I wait patiently
for the arrival of that someone
who promises
to breathe life into my silence
Ink and paper
in the realm of ink and paper
I seek solace in the rhythm
as the thoughts slowly find
the tips of my fingers
with words as my palette
and metaphors as my guide
I embark on a journey
where love and poetry meet
like a gentle breeze
on a summer’s eve
love softly whispers its tune
caressing the depths of my soul
I dip my quill in passion’s ink
and let the verses flow
it’s there I see you
upon these empty pages
and as the breath of life
passes through my layers
pieces of you
of me
of us
will be forever written
inside this heartbeat of mine
Eternal last dance
it was the final dance
the waltz of destiny
enticing two souls to embrace
sharing the fleeting moments
they had left
the pull was undeniable
the world around them blurred
fading into the background
as their bodies moved
in perfect harmony
their steps whispered a story
each twirl and dip
was a cherished memory
engraved in the hands of time
and as the final notes
of their dance drew near
their souls entwined
in an eternal dance
a silent confession of a love
that would forever remain
for in that final twirl
they had etched an indelible memory
a legacy of a last dance
that would forever
illuminate their souls
Happy Independence Day
To those who are celebrating today, may you have a wonderful day. Please be safe in whatever you do.
*Photos are my own*
Hollow spaces
the gentle touch
of your hand
and the warmth
of your embrace
still lingers upon my skin
like phantom whispers
haunting the hollow spaces
that still live within
I close my eyes and surrender
to the tide of emotions
that wash over me
as I long for your voice
to dance upon my ears once more
time a relentless thief
has taken you away
and what we once shared
echoes in the silence
of the tears I cry
until we meet again
I’ll hold on to
to those small pieces
of your memory
and pray the universe
will answer my silent plea
Delicate ink
in the faded pages
of this old book
memories danced
in delicate ink
within those worn lines
the scent of a forgotten summer
hung in the air
mingling with the crisp pages
every turn revealed pieces
of a life once lived
etching the essence of existence
onto blank paper
it cradled whispered secrets
and the echoes of a soul
reaching for the infinite
and as the story unfolds
its final page beckons
reminding me
to savor the present
for it too shall become
just another memory
The Creative Chic 