My solitude, a fragile portrait,
finds completion in your unseen presence.
The faint light of dusk, merging with shadow,
ignites my veins in luminous whispers,
yet shadowless darkness chases me still,
like the black-cat gaze of hidden truths.

I halt,
a wingless crow, tongue heavy with thirst,
beneath the vast canopy of waiting skies,
pierced by the astonished hours.
Invisible and vivid,
each breath carries the burden
of your indifference.

At the touch of your words, silence shatters,
the edges of dreams and despair unravel
unfold into unspoken verses
poems stitched from the fabric of stillness,
each moment a silent poem,
woven solely for you,
etched upon the canvas of a restless heart.

In the garden of my gaze,
wildflowers bloom in tender hues,
where art and love entwine,
filling the void,
weaving endlessly
a new chapter,
the boundless path of an imagined history.