Best Shyly Poems
Beneath the evening's astral embroidery, a kiss blossomed shyly,
A spark of hope, golden and gentle, in the fabric of the fleeting.
An arching celestial, lips gently incline towards the sea, aspiring to eternity,
And retreat serene, with the measure of the waves, in a whisper of dance and twilight.
They watch hidden, wrapped in crowns of smoke of memories,
A mysterious echo of silence that embraces the lake, the mirror of those unspoken words.
Hands unbound, through a labyrinth of dreams swayed by the wind,
Like birds that, in flight, relentless, lose themselves in the high blue of the skies.
And we, in the duet of destinies, embrace silences, see them as endless crystals,
Where once the candors of smiles now get lost in a rime of ice, as inheritance.
With locked doors, our souls paint in the canvas of days gone by,
And the tears of heavenly altars crystallizing in the air construct the invisible sign overshaded.
A massive wall rises on the horizon, the hours divide with implanted needles,
The plains of our love, now arid steppes, thirsting after the rains of falling stars,
Our chambers, once vibrant alcoves, now wait desolate,
Watch with the patience of a statue, coveting the brilliance of magic that brings love into mystical rebirth.
And there will come an interlude, somewhere, I do not know when, illuminated by reborn lights,
Unfolding before us the hidden play of the divine fragment and of mystery,
When the maelstrom of love that lay in doubts and questions,
Leaves behind only two solitary souls, regal in their peace,
Enswathed in a cocoon, where nocturnal butterflies await to metamorphose into a new flight.
In the silken night, when the moon hides shyly
behind velvet clouds, I hear your call in a whisper
lost in the melancholic howl of the wind,
and I think of my true name, the one you wish to know,
not the one given by my mother, a silent memory of unfulfilled dreams,
but the one that says I lightly touched something divine,
that I lived too long in the sticky abyss of addiction,
that I was a diver of heights, piercing
the thin veil of reality, that I was once a magician,
a weaver of incantations, an alchemist who found gold hidden in the sunset.
We danced among the floating clouds of eastern mornings,
when the sun caressed the horizon with gentle rays,
my suit of light glowing in shades of yellow, orange, and red,
and we lay at the foot of summer night, in chocolate darkness,
with dew shining like stardust in your hair,
and I was the shadow of a cloud flying above Yellowstone Valley,
on the cold mountain wind's wings, vanishing
over the near horizon, a dream lost at dawn.
This is my name, everything and more than I can remember,
I know you will keep every moment, every thrill, every magical instant,
for my name is written in the stars, in the dance of clouds,
in the call of the night wind, and in every whisper
we share, a name woven from the threads of time
and unfulfilled desires, traveling through memories
and dreams that never fade.
In the abyss of the evening, when the sky breaks and stars fall shyly,
I solemnly pray with a weary heart, on an altar of blazing clouds.
My knees shatter under the weight of prayers, broken in a cry,
And pale tears of dreams, festive rains, flow from the firmament,
A secret rustle, from within me to myself, a primeval breeze wanders,
A presence weaves your luminous shadow, through chains of forgetfulness strung.
I call you from a dream, where crosses meet the decisive oracle,
To deceive time, opening the gate that guards unwritten destinies.
In the dream where an outstretched palm carves its path, the whisper of the sea is heard,
Scents of algae, the salty song sweeping through green depths.
It's a green shimmer, flashes of water, dancing in a lost round dance,
In the sway of this rudderless wave, fluttering towards infinity.
The wave rises, the flame of eternity, then everything billows into the abyss,
And on hot sands, the imprint of unceasing longing weeps,
Birds scatter, dissolve in the merciless solar aurora,
Cranes losing their echo, in the ruins of vanished flights.
In the depths of soulful seas, all that was, wanders in a circle,
A dying enchantment, an ecosystem of thoughts and memories.
A realm adorned, mystic and full of shadows where the life's sap
Rides up to the source of the dream, your shadow, vibrating in a green paradise.
Your love came shyly wrapped—
I almost tore the paper too roughly.
One careless tear
and the whole gift might have scattered
like thin glass across stone.
Now that it’s mine,
it trembles whenever I breathe,
sweet as the first sip of wine
after years of thirst.
I will not raise my voice.
I will not let it fall.
I will keep inhaling this quiet
until my lungs forget every other air.
Clings to this one daily need
Feel they cant survive without
The Solitary's.
Tighter, out which harm so led
Further still, by their own hand
Lightning's starey is.