Author, Computer Scientist, Musician, and Photographer
As the bluejay of day perches beside blackbird night,
Our two hearts hammer, yet the world stays quiet.
If the moon falls silent, wrapped in twilit shroud,
Even our whispers seem piercingly loud.
When the bear constellations retreat into sleep,
A grey wolf haze stalks the woods, dark and deep.
The valley gleams with frost, yet your arms give me warmth.
You are my compass, my true love, my true north.
In the quiet twilight, dreams take their flight,
A stealthy owl, guiding through the darkest night.
With wings that whisper secrets of the skies,
He soars in silence, ever so wise.
He brings to life what our hearts confide,
Turning wishes into a radiant light.
A lantern glowing in the shadowed times,
Illuminating paths where hope still climbs.
Towards a world of dreams intertwined,
Where aspirations grow, pure and divine.
Like fruit on the vine, ripe and sweet,
From the seeds in our minds, we proudly reap.
