I love the way you capture that unspoken exchange, the tension and tenderness in every movement, every glance. I love how the night itself becomes a witness, holding space for what isn’t said yet felt so fully. The imagery of moon, fire, and breath makes it feel sacred, intimate, and infinite all at once. It lingers long after the last line.
"the moon, our oldest witness" such a beautiful personification of the moon!
Took my breath away like the song.
Wouldn't be here if it weren't for my most loyal fans and fellow creators. Appreciate it more than I can say.
Oh I love this so much … thank you
Thank you for reaching out and commenting. It feels great to see the positivity my writing can bring.
I love the way you capture that unspoken exchange, the tension and tenderness in every movement, every glance. I love how the night itself becomes a witness, holding space for what isn’t said yet felt so fully. The imagery of moon, fire, and breath makes it feel sacred, intimate, and infinite all at once. It lingers long after the last line.
Adrian, could you stop putting so many onions in your poetry? 😭😭😭
I read this out loud to my wife. I started to cry at the last stanza.
You need to consider putting together a collection of poetry or something. You are on an absolute roll.
Now I have the pressure of writing not only for my own wife but yours too. Damn.
ahahaha, made me LOL.
I got her covered, bro hahaha
but I’ll still read yours to her too.
Absolutely beautiful!
Thank Azure, I'm very happy to hear you say that.
In those moments the whole world listens
Destiny