*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

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

like a brushstroke 
upon this bare canvas 
love paints the world 
in vivid hues 
it invites the fingers 
to glide gently 
along the velvety texture 
of a rose petal 
to taste the sweetness 
of ripe fruits 
to savor the warmth 
of a lover’s embrace
it lures the nose 
to inhale deeply 
the fragrant scent 
of blooming flowers
the earth after a rain storm
and the faint traces 
of distant memories
that will eternally live within 
these walls of my soul