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The Cartography of You
Before you, I was a languagewith no alphabet—just sounds against teeth,vague as wind against glass. But you arrivedlike a season that refuses to leave,and suddenly I had vocabulary:the precise geometry of your collarbone,the longitude of your spine,the way your laughtersplits the air like lightthrough a prism I didn't knowwas hanging there. I have memorized younot …
The Forest in Stone
Sing, Muse, of the place where the mortal and the god once kissed—Karnak, the chosen seat of Amun, lord of the invisible breath,Where the east bank of Thebes grew heavy with glory like a lifted fist,And the Nile itself bowed low, remembering the promise of deathOutdone by pillars. For what man could carve a forest …
The Shattering of a Silent Crown
A crown of light once kissed the air,Each diamond whisper, cold and rare—A fragile throne of silent might,Now breaking in the breath of night. A gifted curse, it gleamed too bright,A burden dressed in flawless light,For beauty borne without a seamCan fracture softly at the dream. Unseen the cracks that crept within,Where quiet sorrows tucked …
The Weighing of Light
In the quiet dawn, I dream of Aaru’s field, Where the reeds grow tall beside a silver river, And the souls who pass through judgment’s feather-light May walk forever where the lotus blooms. No shadow falls, no serpent breaks the grain— Only the sun, whose name was Ra, keeps watch. At first, the west holds …
No Fate But Rhythm
The clock’s low murmur never seems to wait,A thief that steals the sunlight from the door.We learn too late that time is not our fate. The morning’s gold dissolves to ash by eight;The plans we made are ghosts on yesterday’s floor.The clock’s low murmur never seems to wait. We beg the hour to linger, stand …
Where the Moon Remembers Us
The crescent moon cradles a hidden glow,A secret flame the night won’t speak,Your love moves soft in silver flow,A quiet vow the stars still keep. A secret flame the night won’t speak,It hums between the dusk and dawn,A quiet vow the stars still keep,Like something lost—but never gone. It hums between the dusk and dawn,Your …
Beneath Your Bloom
Beneath your bloom, my heart takes rest,In petals soft, by springtime blessed,Where blush and breeze together sighAnd paint their love across the sky.Each branch a whisper, warm confessed—Beneath your bloom. Your color stirs within my chestA quiet fire, a tender quest,As drifting blossoms wander byBeneath your bloom. Time slows where we are gently pressed,In nature’s …
The First Spark
Before the light, before the breath,Before the dance of life and death,There lay a silence, deep and vast,A future shadowed, overcast. No star had sparked in velvet dark,No time had left its fleeting mark,Just endless still, a formless haze,The universe's unlit maze. Then came a tremor, small and slight,A stirring in the endless night,A point …
Dawn’s Lotus
At dawn the silent water softly sighs, A lotus stirs beneath the amber sky, Unfolding where the shadowed river lies. From ancient mud it lifts its crown on high, A fragile flame that night could not confine, As first light paints its petals warm and dry. Each silken fold awakens line by line, A breath …