A ghost in silence

It's true, I miss you every day,

It's true, I wish you were here every day.

Yet I don't want you to remember me,
Not even for a fleeting second to be.

I want to remain unseen and unknown,
A quiet shadow, wandering alone;
Close enough to feel your presence near,
Yet far enough that you'll never hear.

A ghost with no footsteps, no name to call,
Just passing silently beyond it all.
No disturbance, no claim, no sign—
Only a quiet feeling that remains mine.

A Fleeting Heaven

The sweet and sudden joy your presence brought

Lifted my spirit high above the ground;

For one brief moment, lost in happy thought,

I floated where true heaven can be found.

I wished the ticking clock would stop its pace,

And freeze the second right before it fled,

To hold the magic of that sacred place

Before the fleeting light of morning spread.

The Boomerang

 

They say we come with nothing, leave the same,

Yet my truth is a different kind of stone:

You came into my life to play the game,

And I am left to walk through it alone.

The deeds I did come spinning back around,

A boomerang of consequences cast.

No peace or logic in this world is found;

I cannot understand this crowd at last.

Echoes of the Open Road

 The winding road ahead is veiled in white,

We chase the morning, unaware of night.

A gentle breeze blows through the open air,

Without a heavy burden or a care.

The wheels turn fast upon the dusty stone,

What waits tomorrow? Truly, none has known.

Why look too far across the shifting sand,

When present beauty rests within your hand?

The flowers bloom, the rivers rush and flow,

The path is sweet, no matter where we go.

Let go of yesterday's regret and pain,

And let this fleeting joy wash like the rain.

For life’s a journey, bright and full of grace,

A temporary, wondrous resting place.

So smile today, and let your spirit soar,

Before the wave retreats from off the shore.

Enjoy the sun while yet the sky is clear

For no one knows what waiteth for us here.

A Crazy dream

My heart so badly wants to cry aloud,

To tell you that I love you, clear and true;

Yet fear holds back the words inside the crowd,

As terrified to speak as I am blue.

In quiet dreams, I finally confessed,

And felt the sweet relief of your warm embrace;

I hoped perhaps in life that comes the best,

We might find truth in some another place.

Damn it, I almost let myself forget

There is no next-life script for us to write.

The crazy longing spins around me yet,

A foolish dream that shatters always bright.

A Life Worth Shouting

The sun comes up and goes down, and time just keeps moving.

Yet the thoughts deep inside my head refuse to stop.

Everyone says it is time to move on,

So I tried, but there was nowhere left to go and nothing left to chase.

Life just kept happening on its own,

I had no real choice, I just had to take whatever came.

Still, I want a life that packs a punch,

A life where I can shout out loud and say: I made it.

The Restless Storm

 I do not want to feel this heavy grief,

Yet strange, unwanted feelings linger still.

I seek no space in you, no small relief,

Nor wish to bend your thoughts against your will.

Yet still I wander, searching for your face,

Because your presence soothes this aching mind.

When you are gone, I lose my resting place,

And snap at everyone who stays behind.

My life unspurls beyond my self-control,

A bitter storm of anger and despair.

Oh heavenly Lord, who sees this restless soul,

Pour out your grace, and meet me broken there.