For I have wept,
and I have bled,
I have seen
and I have cried.

Through fears
and horrors passing
I have said goodbyes.

Yet here I write,
from the soul within
is my destiny then greater
than I could ever think?

Darkness or shadow –
any metaphor you like
comes down to a thing
that creeps in our mind.

Fear it, destroy it –
anything – but be you.
For this destiny I spoke of
sometimes is true.

I sit here, in love,
that I give and I get returned,
and all those miserable moments
have passed me, and in peace, I overcome.

Thank you.
For bringing me hope
and giving me the will and power
to do what is right Thank you for the nights
and the days, and those that will come
so that our love, forever, will be alight

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You may come across this poem when reading my book ‘nightstar’. Interested? Check the prologue here!

It can feel like it lasts forever,
like the moon
waiting for the sun to set.
And then only to shine
with her help
because the moon could never shine
on its own.

It waits
as I wait and as I have waited.
As I am waiting.
It lasts.
And then, it is over.

Suddenly there is something –
maybe what it’s been waiting for,
maybe a surprise –
but it stops the waiting.

And so, my mind has finally
realized

It should stop waiting
for you.

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