Poetry Archive
Shelves of verse kept in stillness. Read slowly. Linger where the language follows you.
Moonlit Pages
When the lantern went quiet,
the walls began to speak—
not in words, but in the ache
of everything we keep.
A ribbon, a vow, a winter coat,
a window dressed in rain;
each held a little ghost of light,
each knew my given name.
Velvet Ashes
You were the shape of almost—
a door left half ajar,
the hum before the choir rose,
a wound that wished on stars.
I loved you like the sea loves stone:
again, again, again.
Until your silence learned my tide
and wore it into prayer.
Soul Letters
Keep softness like a secret flame,
cupped low against the weather.
The world may praise the sharpened blade,
but tenderness lasts longer.
Be moss, be ink, be patient dusk,
be rain on chapel stone.
There is a holy strength in hearts
that break and still stay open.
Midnight Rooms
I crossed the indigo threshold
with dust upon my hands,
and found a room of sleeping books
that understood the damned.
They did not ask for easy smiles,
nor bid the dark depart;
they only opened, one by one,
and made a home inside my heart.