Tag: poem

Saturn’s ringed silence,
distant light across the void—
the cosmos dreaming.

Steam curls from the cup,
bitter warmth meets quiet lips—
morning begins slow.

The ocean swears to bring things home,
Drifting letters, ships of stone.
It hums its vow in waves and foam,
A voice that sings, yet speaks alone.

Though tides may steal, though storms may take,
The sea does not forget or break.
For even when it swallows deep,
The ocean keeps the things we keep.

I am the last leaf on the tree,
Clinging where the wind runs free.
My brothers fell, my sisters flew,
Yet still I hold, though nights turn blue.

Will I let go, or will I stay,
Until the winds have gone away?
Perhaps my place is not to fall,
But to remind—spring comes for all.