Dancing Shadows

Vaksinius · Dancing Shadows (*)

DANCING SHADOWS

The quiet of the evening softly glows.
A whisper of the day here wildly flows.
A shadow dances on a cobblestone,
betrayal, to the mind of heart unknown.

The stars peek out in heaven’s velvet sky,
while moon takes care to sing a lullaby.
The evening breeze carries a sweet refrain,
and echoes joy, mingled with loss and pain.

I really come to think of her, my love,
who my importance down to earth did throw.
On cobblestone impatiently I thread.
What if the walk I was aware, instead.

My footsteps heavily tread winding path.
My mind, though, mingles with the aftermath.
If hearts entwined in such a fine embrace,
I should find solace in this sacred space.

Perhaps the heavens cradle our dreams,
as we go through life’s intricate made seams.
With every step on our cobblestone
we find the strength in love, not there alone.

NOTE :

This poem is referred to on the blog hop of dVerse
| here |.

The Craft of Christmas Eve

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Waxen cloth on table lying, under lamplight softly glowing,
Scissors, knives, and pots of glue by colored paper flowing.
Felt of green and red and gold in little piles is waiting,
Two small heads are bent in work, their happy voices mating.
Hearts of paper, twisted, turning, chains of circles linking,
Funny creatures, felt on paper, lovingly are thinking.

[Verse 2]
Brother, six, and sister, five, in their own world are living,
Trading wants for this design, a happy memory giving.
“Make a star like last year’s,” says she, “the one that shone so brightly,”
“No, a reindeer!” he insists, and cuts the felt so sprightly.
Gifts for uncles, aunts, and grands, with careful concentration,
Lost within their shared intent, a joyful collaboration.

[Instrumental]

[Verse 3]
Something like a being forms from scraps of felt and paper,
Smiling as their scissors shape this happy Christmas caper.
Then the door swings open wide, a new aroma finding,
Mother’s hands bring gingerbread, the spicy sweetness binding.
Shapes of men and frosted trees upon the cloth she places,
Interrupting with a love that all their work embraces.

Vaccinius ™ · The Craft of Christmas Eve (*)

NOTE :

This poem is referred to on the blog hop of dVerse
| here |.

River Song

Jealousy Quiet And Graceful Thou Art

Growing from a mountain far off in the blue,
trusted, a place to me dear.
Hither my thoughts and my dreams will ensue
after the taking of care.

Jealousy, quiet and graceful thou art,
here as I walk by, dreaming,
thinking of thee once so urgent to heart,
memories now just gleaming.

The old town bridge by the portal pulsar –
coupled and shining in stardom we are.
Jealousy, quiet and graceful thou art,
here as I walk by, dreaming.

Vaccinius · Jealousy Quiet And Graceful Thou Art

The performance is by Suno (AI).

NOTE :

This poem is referred to on the blog hop of dVerse
| here |.

Proof

I wrote a poem crazy regarded.
Seen as developed, seen as retarded.
Of being, I wrote, of to be as expected.
The terror I lived through could not be neglected.

What is funny about it, I really got mad.
From that time of my intellect was pretty sad.
Seeing it coming, I might say, today,
I felt for the option to be in that way.