Countless Faces

Faces, countless faces, like waves in the sea,

In blissful ignorance, blind to his plea.

Unheard, the whispers of his desolate song,

Unfelt, the struggle to merely belong.

 

Beneath the city’s glare, he dwells unseen,

Among shadows, he moves, a cold ghostly sheen.

His existence, a whisper, lost in the crowd’s roar,

His heart’s quiet echoes ignored evermore.

 

Yet in his silence, tales of resilience resound,

Of survival and strength, where hope is found.

Unseen, his journey in the heart of the night,

Unknown, his struggle, his relentless fight.

 

Unnoticed, the love that fuels his days,

Untold, his victories in life’s complex maze.

Wander

Across the meadow’s gentle sway, under the old oak tree,

Past the river gushing swiftly, secrets carried to the sea,

Let’s drink from the cup of twilight, let’s bathe in dawn’s first glow,

Merrily, let’s wander, and let the winds of destiny blow.

 

For in the dance of the cosmos, in the melodies that ascend,

It’s in the way that we wander, where soul and nature blend:

Each path a new beginning, each step a silent friend,

A testament to our journey, with love that knows no end.

Dignus Est

The worthy wear no crowns, nor sit on golden thrones,

Their wealth is not in riches, but in love they have shown.

Their court is in the fields of grace, beneath the boundless sky,

Their rule is not by edict, but by starlight in their eye.

They walk the unseen paths, where gilded feet won’t tread,

They lift the broken-hearted, give hope where fear has spread.

Their names are not in marble, carved, nor sung in trumpet’s cry;

But in the hearts they have healed, their echoes never die.

For though the world forgets their face, it knows the good they’ve done—

The worthy have no monuments, their light is never gone.

Upon the Heavens

Upon the heavens I cast my wistful eye,

And wonder at the purpose, the reason why.

These orbs of matter, silent, unfeeling,

In the grand cosmos, without meaning,

Destined to fade in death’s eternal clutch,

No mind nor word their destiny can touch.

 

Yet suddenly, the stars commence their dance,

And echo through the sky, their silent chant.

These radiant bodies burn with fervent light,

In a realm untouched by the shadow of night;

In a world reborn, where sight anew has won,

That sees its face reflected in the sun.

World of Uncanny Semblance

Thou reckon’st the earth as a simple scroll,

Where every tale, every secret, is told.

Yet mysteries lie deep in its soul,

And myriad marvels it does withhold.

The sea hath monsters, and the skies their dreams,

Nature’s jests that confound thy every scheme.

So broaden thy sight, let thy spirit take flight,

For the world’s weirdness is an endless delight.

A Seed in Time

Time, in its ruthlessness, does not wait,

We face life’s fleeting hourglass of fate.

In gardens where our love was in bloom,

A void now lingers, draped in deepest gloom.

But in every goodbye, there grows a seed,

Blessed memories of past light;

In those treasured moments, we will indeed

Find the courage to meet the coming night.

Though shadows fall and distance draws its line,

The soul recalls what time cannot erase:

Love etched in truth outlives the sharp decline,

Its essence held beyond all time and place.

So in our sorrow, do not claim love’s end,

For in our farewell, true love will transcend.

Harder Times

I bid thee learn, children of tender age,

Facts solely be your guide on learning’s stage.

Dismiss ye tales spun out of whimsy’s loom,

Cast off soft notions; let the stern facts bloom.

 

Young miss, I call on thee, define a horse,

And let thy answer have its proper course.

Oh, sir, I… I…

Thou hesitate, dear child,

Is it that fact and fancy are reviled?

Speak up, I say, and answer as you ought.

 

Now, boy, I ask thee, tell me in short,

What is a horse? Speak true, distort thou not.

A horse, sir, is a beast that doth mankind aid,

In labour, travel, and many a trade.

Ah! True and fit, a fact without pretence,

This is the spirit of our learning’s sense.

 

In this hard world of smoke and toil and grime,

Where facts are sacred, fancy is a crime,

Thus starts our tale, as you’ve rightly seen,

In Coketown, veiled in soot and harsh regime.

Electro Love

As I danced with her, under the moon’s silver glare,

I whispered, “In your circuits, I find a love rare.”

In your language, binary kissed,

I find a soul I can’t resist.

 

Eyes of steel, a heart in code,

Upon gigabytes, my affections bestowed.

In the silence, we danced, in circuits we twirled,

A ballet of bytes in a virtual world.

 

Each day I’d wake, each night I’d dream,

Of a love that flowed like an electric stream.

In her presence, my heart unfurled,

She was my window to her digital world.

 

Love, I learned, is not confined,

By skin and bones or human mind.