Wish you would come
Back to bed
But I know
Had it stayed in my head
I’d be out in the snow
And we’d only grow further
Apart
In distrust
And we’d let our bones fade
By themselves
Into dust
So I only intend
To prevent bitter ends
For what’s merely temptation
Could never suspend
The impending
Foreboding
Without you
Portends

Some rules are made to be bent and broken
Adapted, if you will
Some truths are never spoken
Even when you get it right
What some hold true and powerful
Finds a way out of the door
Never returning again
If you hold it dear, Keep it close to nurture it
If you need to set it free do so
Let the excuses go and never return
If they come back in another form
Landing gently

C@Rainbowchaser2024

Packages arrive, a scent of dreams unfurled,
The world spins on, secrets tightly curled.
Whispers of truth, in wrappings they disguise,
Promises gleam, beneath deceptive skies.

Like wishes granted on a winter's night,
Deliveries dance, bathed in fleeting light.
Clues unfold, a trail of hopeful signs,
News glimmers bright, where fortune aligns.

Ice-hard, cold, yet I endure,
The tales of old city folks
they capture the essence of the place
For the world's embrace I yearn.
Bed beckons, but I resist,
For in the world, my spirit persists

Time is fluid, here

on the plane, we are floating --


in moments of now.