Melodies woven through feathered throats are heard,
When even dreams halt ,and only the void roams.
Their voices weave the velvety darkβ
A lullaby even stars call home.
You think they cry to whisper their pain,
to torment, to echo fear or flameβ
Not true, as they call me to alone,
And gently, they repeat my name.
The nights were dull, I whispered songs to them
When the dragonflies came to a halt in the skies,
And taught them to hold the dark,
Without unravelling their cries.
Now they sing what I keep mum,
in woods deep and the canvas above unheard.
My tranquillity lives in every octave, every noteβ
The grief of a silver bird.
πβ¨ A Note from My Heart to Yours Dear dreamers, wanderers, and kindred souls, If my poems have ever made you pause, smile, cry, or feel just a little less alone β thank you. Every word I write comes from a place of honesty and longing, and knowing you're out there reading, feeling, and resonating means the world to me. Writing poetry is how I breathe through love, loss, dreams, and everything in between. If youβd like to support my journey β help me keep creating, dreaming, and one day finish my novel β you can pay what you feel here on ScrollStack. Your support is not just for the art, but for the artist behind it. π Whether you give or simply read and stay β thank you for being a part of my little universe. You matter more than you know. With love, MALHAAR βοΈ "Letβs keep chasing the stars together."
Write a comment ...