u/OkZookeepergame6372

The moon isnt a prisoner of the night, but a traveler below the open sky. Wandering freely, between night and day, just as you are reborn in fears, or you open why's..

Somehwere everything is always seen, even if that is within closed eyes. Its a cozy thought of rememberance, how spacious life is in that apperance. The cycles we find, can be as wonderful, mysterious and strange. As it is at night. Some days you can look up, like i do in my season of life right now.

Watching the moon, dance across the ocean blue sky, without a cloud in sight.

Open your heart, and you will feel the world. Not the problems of people, or chaos of strife or spitefull fairness. Notice that, how small it all is in nature, and big life can be.

Perspective can change everything, even the moon has its days, flying in the autumn sky.

Dawn, of orange and deep swirled pink
Yawns and the breath of a new found day
Today, we rise to fall, autumn’s soft brink
Nightly dreams are awoken here in sway

In my eyes, i sink in dawn’s golden clouds
Of tidal waves, of an ocean of time itself
Shimmering new hopes i dare to be avowed
Not owned or a steadfast vow of values, wealth.

Everfall burnt into my memory, as a season’s end
In leaves now, stains of a new beginning in time.
Recycled in leaf colors, a wistful “mizzly” descent
The breath of our sky, it's free here like the seas

It's not chilly or awfully grimy or grim.

These sights, scents of the soft equinox breeze
Change can be wonderful, strange when resent
Like a promise of seasonal renewals and rebirth
In whirlwinds and a harsher days we can freeze

Now, this is a season of growth, letting things go
In present days, future leaves will learn to heal
Yet every feeling we seed, by going with the flow
Be freed of frigid ideals, of stagnant hate caged

Find in your eyes hope is held, like a soft flame
Warmth is self-given, not as relief, nor the same
Untame in our cycles, the vast energy of all life

Love is woven from each season
Like any emotion, beyond reason

A paradox of what we hold, by letting go

Dawn, or dusk rise or fall. Dark, or light

Find we live in cycles, bad or right
Change, growth can feel bad at night
Good isn't always an honest insight
Find its liminal, the lies some recite

be conscious of what you allow,
that can become your entire reality,
or a fragmented one, in a vow\

Feel it, release it, and repeat. Breath the belief
In the afterglow of an evening rain. Your life
Think about your essence, in each soft verse
Echo our dawn’s star, Sol, renewal is a phrase

The times we feel lost, or uncertain
Transitions of liminal spaces we retain
As our past, becomes our future selves

be conscious of what you allow to
that can become your entire reality

The stars shine softly tonight. As crickets whisper above the darkness, near my car a familiar presence. Now, at the edge of fall, summer is crisper in my age. Life isn't a stage, but stranger still i belong here, i whisper among the stars. What a wonderful page in my life, written here, to you, tonight.

In the valley of dreams. A fog settles in as the clouds roam the land. A composition hangs in the air, in silence, in peace. Aimless, and like a memory drifting towards a forgotten place. It's soft here, remembering how I once felt, how I dream as clouds do. 

Joyful tears well near my eyes. A dew of nostalgia blankets my cheeks, like a ghost. Oh how I miss those moments, the little measure of a lifetime. Where doubts were foreign and hate even more so. Now, the world is so loud, and proud to be so. Where little old me, dreamed of just, being up there in the stars.

Echoes of a forgotten song, twirled with a promise. 
Here up in the stars, in a place i feel seen, even wise

In each verse, a muse. I noticed someone like me, being brave, kind, honest. Making a promise, in swirling thoughts. Struggling to find beauty in their own twilight, those transitions in the day by day insights. How, there is a profound sense of beauty within each of us, at night. It's comforting knowing we're seen, not alone. Fighting who we aren't. While also being present in lives who struggle to write a lullaby, to grief. The winds shifted near, with my thoughts as I sat in my fear, in a moment. 

Love wasn't what was blind
It was here in a promise
In every moment i rewind
Light in the softness above signs

Insights and time fades in our space
Evaded in that gravity, my distance
Between a desire, an a echo i free
Swirling in memories crushed in me

Hush, for it isn't far to see
in feeling like a star to be
this distance between me
who you are, and we will be
be gentle and shine free
even on days its mean
Feel seen in who you are

close your eyes, make a wish
and let yourself feel free, 

Its ok to make a wish.
to be childish, a star.
let that wonder roam free,
in who you wish to be.

Past lives , or otherwise.

let dreams be unwoven, impossible.
Walk with a wistful whimsey,
follow that wind, be present today.
look toward that sunset, each color.

Sit in nostalgia, like back then.
when, all you prayed for started,
find when those rainy clouds parted,
that, here was the ending you started.

show the world that courage, isn't cold.
let go of the little things, be bold.
be warmer than that, a wise mage,
where some chose a hat, over hate, and rage.

Don't meet those chilly voices,
but be a wizard thunderous in choices.

find that mask is their stage,
Look to the rain above, what lies withing
Look within and find joy isn't poor, it's brave,
its not in the places we look down upon.

look up, when life pulls you down,
or people who hurt you, chose to frown.
do not crown them, like they do you,
for you are one of a kind, not a royal pain.

show a wish is more than grand,
in these spaces stars may land.
be okay, with that desire to be,
but do not be lost, in an empty sea.

wish upon a star, look beyond time.

turn the page, let wisdom be told,
not of growing pains, or being old.
nor is it learning to be cold,
warmth, is more bold in that hold.

Is those stories that remain as us.

when a adventure is braving the cold,
in dreams we meet, as our waking fear,
be still, be calm, but be present here,
in discomfort, in our grief find hope.

Dreams, are something we believe in.

find relief in knowing you inspire me,
because my wish, 
it's for someone who could be tired,
it's something for you to believe in, 
yourself, i wish toward you, to know,
you not alone in this, so be free,
love all of you, for life, to be better.

in all the hesitations and jagged thoughts,
push through it, find light in the darkness,
in a way, your someone's wish turned true.

even the broken parts, are perfectly you.

so be gentle today,
smile if you can,
if you cant, feel freely.

dream where others sleep,
dance where storms will rain,
look up and ask they sky.

why, 

listen closely
to what you said softly after

now,

ask yourself, who can i be
and know what you wont become,
don't believe the cants they say
those bitter of misspoken ways

be childish today, chant, "ill be kind"
be a believer, a hopeful dreamer, 
make a dare, and inspire a wish.

because,

this journey is knowing you already arrived
your heart, it's the compass guiding you home

be where you can feel present
because maybe your on time
not to what you want, but 
you already are who you need

because i noticed how stars fall
in the wish they became, 
when they forget to love themselves, the sky
they fly towards those who cry in knots
tied in moments that say "I wish.. i wasn't lost"

what if you're on an adventure
what if you're already are smart
what if you're already are brave
what if negativity is where we fall

life isn't easy, nor is it fair
but i found my wish, with care
this is a better world we share

is ok to pretend when your lost
that courage, is how we find something new
in a way we don't know
where being lose, was going beyond what we knew
so, its ok to make a wish
in the end, in a flick and swish
we make stories of the best of times

In hope, with you here, its wonderful

i wished, more people were kind
especially to themselves, today

that i hope, you do the same...

[title is kingdom hearts, typo]

We live in times when some grow heartless.
When care is given sparingly, its thoughtless.
Do not shrink into darkness, or fall tonight.
Dream like i do, be brave, be a friend in every end.

Think more kind thoughts, remember you're someone's best.

Soar in hearts, make words a might in all who love.
Boundless above any fight, or senseless dark above.
Lift each heart, care for them as you do, be a gift.
Here my words are a key-blade, one to write swift.

Love, is always on my mind.
In treasured memories we find.
Thinking of those lazy afternoons.
In each promise, "one day a soon".

yet, notice when the heartless arrive.
what they lost, how they learned to survive.
We may spare ourselves pain, becoming care free.
But, we also lose what we gain when we carefully.

The key is here, in every heart, in those we fair.
So be well, find friends in my heart as care.
Memories may become pieces, heartless.
In my heart, a bastion of nostalgia i carry.

For this isn't grief, nor despair.
But treasured gifts once a pair.

Their hope lives on in me, forever in my heart.
Ill give the world that, this gift is my sword art.

Hope.

In the space between breaths
of dreams and worries
let it be, let it end
find in time words ascend

in the thoughts you become
do not tarry, do not be numb
for you are learning to be wise
find peace in you, as softer skies

there are rainy days ahead
beautiful lessons to be had
so be ok, be yourself today
in mistakes and spirit, hear it

be present as you are
this gift of life, our time
the words i rhyme like heart beats

let the memories stay
let the doubts stray
let that mistake become something

Beacon that light, find here tonight
hope, it travels clear and near
in the thoughts you became
in the beliefs we reprise, a wish

Breathe, and find a reprieve from doubts,
a renewal in thoughts, set it free.
This is where our spirit is meant to be,
nothing, and everything we wish to hold.

see it takes time to reset,
let even our regrets bloom
where future trees may grow
let your mind stray, from each need to no

in time, just breathe

remember what dreams are made of
that very old sense of you

in kindness, in courage, in hope
know its here, in everything that grew
remember who you are,
and do the best you can be

to try

because, that's enough
that's always, enough

\ echoes \

You're like a echo now,
a shadow on my wall.
not of regret, no
but of joys i recall

today, it felt too warm
burning even coldness blue
well that's not entirely true
I'm not afraid of losing, or rain
but feel faint while forgetting
remembering in time, we change
its a distance we carry too far alone

Even if embers fade here in clouds
as memories, be a echo in name i ask

Remember me like a story, on days its boring
like i do for you, in fears i once faced
echo lightly with ease, when its pouring

sometimes we are displaced in feelings
in those who misplaced their thoughts
for what is a risk without our love in life

instead of that story, or the way feelings end
love where healing starts, in heartbeats we wake
not of shadows that ache, or a broken promise we sent
but of warmth in each light, a echo of you undaunted

See in shadows a subtle truth, its not haunted
the light never wanes or breaks, but shifts

Remember my voice is a part of you now,
love remains not to discourage, or grow,

Pain is part of being alive.
The question i ask, of myself
of respect to those around me
what can we create from it?

to inspire, hope.

\ composition \

the space we echo in, it remains as that shadow's sight
that silhouette exists because our hearth grew brighter

We may leave each other's lives,
but we do not leave each other's stories.
Take comfort in that ache,
when our hearts can grow.

in remembering i cant forget you
love, its a sense of becoming too

I realized what forever meant
when memories become pictures
When all i can remember, is the bests
In open letters a voice now rests

those moments stayed behind
in me, something became changed
i wouldn't change a moment
yet, i never know why it binds me so

the ache remains where love stopped growing
not in the endings no, but uncertainty, knowing
when eyes we knew, become strangers with names
in those you loved, now people you outgrew

I changed, when friends grew silent
static in the rain, that's what i felt
ripples of memories meant to stay, pelt
not every goodbye is an a dire ending

some people drift and sway
slowly flow in different currents
then i realized, today, everyday
i was also who they pictured too

I found gratitude, in my forever's.
In not being able to picture my life,
without everyone I've met,

Love is my composition, in the shades I picture echoes a moment in time

I realized, they exist as a part of me
and I hope, I do the same for them

In Everyone

When you feel at the brink
don't belittle your emotions
feel the rain, but don't shrink
because your heart is beautiful

full of every moment, your life
each heart beat a story to be told
its like a step, time echoed in beats
yet love is etched in the time we hold

those precious memories, are like art
even if they are heavy at times
if it feels faint and dark
its a ark, a bastion of rhymes

And some secrets we know alone,
its okay, to say it in silence
to softly say, hi I've grown

how healing, its hard and tragic

its good to take breaks,
to breathe, to cry
and some days we're tired,
or lost in fear

in days your feel its taught,
find with me a renewed reprieve
remember each line, each lesson
be inspired in what's shared

to be a healer, that is like magic

How, its not shrinking
but making the lesser
our "something more"

in moments i hope you smiled

Like i do with sorrow, my more
its greater then feeling strained
for i see in tomorrows it may rain,
in grief, ill make my word pour

I don't fear it, hearing my heart

Its my gift, a part of why I'm me

turning it into something purely me
distilled into myself free
for in my heart its beauty
a frame i hold tenderly

here in my notes, a melody i ripple to the lost

see me in the window
look out to the clouds
I'm here in wonder
when thoughts get loud

Find me, singing my song aloud

How, if i can feel it in my bones
singing this rhythm with only my heart

maybe there's hope, you can find it to

when the clouds part
when the waves feel calm
ill be there, with you

at the end of every rainbow
in songs storm yet to flow

My hope, it remains here for you.
when your at the brink, feeling true.
In a way we believe the weak lies.

so take a breathe
pause, and be present
even if its for a heartbeat

Remember,
Your stronger then you think
that braveness is your strength

I dream of a cabin, one with a loft
Near a pond where the wind is soft
Far to the north, where all is calm.
Lost from the worlds burdens and qualms
Here, only roaring hills mark the horizon

To start a life madly in love, with a spouse
It would be remarkable to find this space
To see fire flies glow, and hear rivers flow
Finding home, its not a word, or just a house

What a place of rest it would be
Of wooden panels hand carved from oak
A porch swing where love sways free
Oh here, it would be my healing bespoke

I wonder if id ever find these land to elope
Toward towering sunsets casting shades of hope
Where minds can roam free in verdant trees
when the only buzz would be of flies and bees

A Dreamy scent of memories would fill every room
Oh, how it would be sweet, like smores and laughter
yet crisp and savory when new memories bloom
Id yawn in each morning to that fragrance of love

I dream, of this newly settled heart-land above
Where the evergreens whisper under northern-lights
Of loons calling to the moon, and owls in flight

Oh how its bitter-sweet to dream of grace
To ache of wondering where it is, in trace
A feeling in my soul, its whole in me
Musing in forests more tender in leaves
Where everyday life can just, breathe,

Even if it would only be simple,
Id be free in boredom, in words i let free
Nostalgia in every seed, wholehearted and true
To live in a fantasy world like it was new
At the edge of a cozy village in choice we grew
Like a story travelers knew

I'd travel the stars to find that world
The place where my dreams rest, in the end

I dream of a cabin, one by a pond
Fond feelings wake up in her eyes,
This is where every world begins

In a word we build,
Home

Captivating, the night
what wonder stars hold
a cold warmth this sight

How, it never ages in my eyes
of any promise, a eternal gaze
it is always a surprise here

Where wonder glows a phrase
one of awe and wonder, silence
where we wonder and ponder

how stars are so mesmerizing
above us, yet below the sky
its strange this sense of being

where rest, wakes up a dream in me

beneath the stars,
the sky held hope
where darkness could never reign

in those who know,
this feeling too

i hope you see
that star,
its like you too

glowing here, in words
like a star in my eyes

Remarkable people change the world everyday, an go unnoticed. They live In the little smiles, and acts of kindness. I think a world can go blind to that, and has when looking down, or when we forget who we are. You, are one of those people, and were once a little smile.

Like art is temporary, and that is the source of its beauty. Its unrepeatable. Once in all time, just like how nobody will ever be you. This, is and may well be the only universe as who you are. Even in multitudes of other lives, in past or future selves. Everything about life, and those you've met, are important. They, just like you are the fabric of each canvas. The vibrant colors of life, we call that paint, the reason you notice teal, or apricate feeling each blue in contrast. Those fleeting deep pink hues of a sunset, burnt of orange and red.

For me, i find rain and our emotions to be remarkable. It feels almost like a mystery to life in a way, the magic of a soul. How all life sings, in music and the things that make us hum differently. A calm breeze, and goosebumps can carry memories of softer times. It can change how we live within presence, in the resonance we send outward. Our past.

How life, is remarkable. This wonderful weird world, and the people in it. Good or bad, its great and strange, life.

of velvet skies
and a azure wind
peaceful waves shimmer
its a soft sapphire blue
this feeling its clear
what a hue to see
when i feel free

today, i dream.
at home, i rest.
in a clear sky
full of memories
those currents
i lived in each one

"Memento mori, memento vivere"

for today is a day I'll smile upon
fondly, as a day to remember
the softness in the sky

that feeling of home
family and friends,
being present in life

its all a once in a life time experience
so cherish it, cherish each memory fondly

make it last forever in you

The wind can be harsh, or gentle. Yet it speaks softer than any storm could dare to control. I felt of late, like the winds carried me, how I'm the leaf on the wind. Lost from branches of time once known as my story. Now, I fall and feel steady in what was let go, in words aloft I've now flown to be my own.

For it in the winds, we find no fate, no destiny that calls. Yet, it's something gentler, something more subtle. A choice, to go where the winds flow. Maybe, it's meant to be, to find a new land I can call, not home. It's a sense of agency that brings us forward, in what we fear, will one day too be lost.

For good or bad, change is on the wind's whim. You never know when, nor where. Just all we can do is hope, we carry ourselves in that choice. To resist, and float or fly when changes sets us free, to realize maybe this is where meaning is set, in each choice we decide to be.

The breeze doesn't lie, each word that feels silent. Was once woven from understanding, the little words chosen, reveal who we are. It's hard, when you don't see it coming, but you will feel it, in every word that speaks a little more clearer. The little words, those ones we look past, the painful ones. Resonate after change, when we feel the direction change, from me, to you.

It's strange, how some will be that wind, how some things will never be about you. That one day the wind calls them away. Maybe you're a tree, maybe I am too. To all those leaves you once knew. Left not behind, but in change.

I just know, i don't deserve that sorta change, to be cast away in the wind. On a whim or indifference, in who I felt was once familiar, in the end it was a mere belief. The winds give relief, whispering what was fated to be after all. Not of grief, but of time. Waiting, to be wary of the fall, for it will find us in the end, in all.

Be a tree, for those who flee, to be let go. We change, and that's ok, to see the measure of all is similar. We even change in knowing who we are, a relationship we grow. Like here, in words I flow, to glow. Everyone needs someone kind, in feeling left behind. You wont be traveling alone, not here, in who you hear, when afraid. Fear, isn't in the wind but in avoiding it all together, the pain.

Know that whisper of truth is not a faint breeze, in those who leave memories to freeze. You'll feel it, the turning of the page, of words in rage and a tempest within that cage. Find the key, is made of soft letters, in rain, in words you let free. I hope they see who I'm meant to be, the seed that one day will bloom of warmth.

For today is not a warm day, but a day where winds that whisper my name, call to me. To say, today is the day everything will change. And like that, the page turned, and another leaf fell, in another life, a season for me. A tree I once knew.

Some people are the wind, and some are what the wind leaves behind, in passing by. Not everyone is a friend, but of a friendly sort. Yet, don't let that become a doubt or a lie, where victims find prey. How indifference and being in different times can share feelings that chime. In growing apart, you are still growing in who you are.

That is ok, we all end up where we are needed, or end up where we need to be. While some, make the best of where the wind pulls, in those who feel a gust pushed away. Tomorrow will be a better day, in words you weave, as a creed. Let that bloom from you, in time like a seed. Don't grow cold, from optimism, but find warmth in divided spaces.

It's not meant to be anything, only in letting it grow that is the will we hold. It may be beyond just “me”, who we will be. A breath on the wind. Don't diminish, or dismiss that gift of feelings we feel in times that uplift. Grief is swift, even if hope and love feel senseless in those who drift.

Trust yourself. Be who stays kind, do not go into feeling blind, winded. Choose to be what is needed. The wind, the leaf, and the tree.

The present, the past, and the future. We are all three. It may feel tiresome. Like you are the leaf, small but you are significant. You are a memory, the reminder of change and time spent well. Yet, you too carry change, deep in your roots. In your hearth, is a heart woven like a tree. Tall, singular, but you too hold many leaves in seasons yet to come, and layers that ring times will pass. In the end, we all hold that breath in the air, the wave of change that guides us on each path, to who we are, and who we will become.

We defined life in so many painful ways to be singled out. Yet, even when trees fall, they can become something more in change. Some, a home and some pages people tell stories within. Maybe the leaf isn't what you think it is, how each page of a book, in a way, is a leaf in our breath. Turned by the winds of choice, to go forward to embrace change finds us, at every start, and of every end. The winds call, when asked to be something more than silence carried.

Either suddenly, or deeply. Either way, that will rest within you, in every choice you make.

Of the three, I choose to be a tree that sings in the wind with leaves, not a sigh but a sign.

Times may change the leaves, but I'll be that book people remember fondly, in each leaf.

Carry the leaves softly, for in those we forsaken, we also hold as a whisper. In regret, a mistake, in words we knot ourselves. Do not shelter yourself from the wind. Change is a part of who you are, tied to you. In the end, let it start to be beautiful, and fully just you.

When it's time to let go, remember the best, stay within you. Regret, ends with change.

Forgiveness is the whisper we let free. A breath in the wind. A branch that sighs of relief.