Hourglass of Memory The Grains of Yesterday The dreams we held, like pebbles in the stream, are smoothed by hours,  by days that drift and climb, as time unfolds a river, slow and wide. A Shifting Grain The clock's soft chime, a whisper in the quiet, Marks moments melting, flowing ever on. A single breath, a fleeting, tender riot, Before the current carries it to dawn. The dreams we held, like pebbles in the stream, Are smoothed by hours, by days that drift and climb. A golden light, once sharp, a vibrant gleam, Now softened by the gentle hand of time. Each cherished scene, a ghost upon the breeze, Recalled in fragments, beautiful and frail. Lost to the currents, drifting through the trees, A fading whisper, or a distant trail. The Enduring Echo Yet not all vanishes to silent dust, Some echoes cling, defying every year. A feeling's pulse, a love, a quiet trust, That time refines, making its purpose clear. The heart remembers, not the path precisely, But sunlight caught, a laugh...

  Dew-Kissed Bloom  A subtle perfume, a sun-warmed glow, each detail a  whisper from a time long spun, inviting the soul's recall .   The Scent of Then A scent, unbidden, drifts upon the air, Of sun-warmed earth, or rain on summer dust. A phantom sweetness, banishing all care, A memory stirred, a fragile, tender trust. The tang of salt, from waves that softly crashed, The subtle perfume of a garden bright. Each breath a journey, swiftly, keenly flashed, To moments bathed in an ethereal light. The taste of laughter, lingering on the tongue, A bittersweet, a joy that still remains. A song of solace, beautifully sung, Through quiet joys and softly falling rains A Touch of Time The brush of silk, the roughness of a stone, A gentle hand, that once held mine so tight. A fleeting warmth, a feeling deeply known, Illuminating shadows of the night. The distant murmur, of a childhood street, The rustle of the leaves, a whispered plea. Each sound a rhythm, bittersweet and sweet...

The Monochromatic Form The heart recalls a perfect, flawless scene, a golden haze, where every 'what if' held possibility, now echoing in the quiet truth of today. The Golden Haze A quiet whisper, from a time long spun, When dreams wore colors, vibrant, bold, and true.  Each whispered promise, underneath the sun,  A perfect vision, shimmering anew.  We built our castles, sky-high, in the mind,  With laughter ringing, boundless and so free.  A golden haze, the past we leave behind,  Where every 'what if' held possibility.  The heart recalls a perfect, flawless scene,  A curated joy, untouched by dust or blight,  A tender memory, forever keen,  Bathed in a pure, an unblemished light. The Edges of Today Then morning breaks, and reality takes hold,   A different landscape, carved by shifting years.  The vivid story, now more subtly told, With quiet lessons, calming old-held fears.  The edges blur where 'was' meets what no...

The Luminous Drop Cherished memories bloom in the present, like dewdrops on a petal,  echoing the golden moments of childhood. A Gentle Ache A tender ache, a whisper from the deep, When memory unfurls its fragile wings. A quiet yearning that the soul must keep, For echoes of the joy that laughter brings. A bittersweet caress, a knowing sigh, For paths diverging, futures never met. Beneath the vast and ever-watching sky, The heart remembers what it can't forget. This gentle ache, it isn't grief or sorrow, But recognition of a beauty known. A bridge connecting to a lost tomorrow, On seeds of feeling, subtly sown. Warmth Recalled Yet from that yearning, warmth begins to bloom, A comforting presence, soft and ever near. Dispelling shadows in a quiet room, And calming every whispered, rising fear. The sudden smile that lights a thoughtful face, Recalling kindness, gentle and sincere. A fleeting solace, found in time and space, A precious truth that makes the pathway clear. The joyou...

Garden Watcher Lost in a slumber where petals paint the air and dreams bloom in vibrant hues. May your night be filled with such gentle magic. #PetalsAndPaws #DreamingOfBlossoms #PoetryAndPets #SweetDreams Dreaming of Blossoms  The world outside has tucked itself to sleep, And silent shadows on the window creep. But nestled close, where dreams begin to weave, A furry body gently starts to heave. A paw outstretched, a whisker's tiny twitch, As painted petals grant a dreamy hitch. Perhaps a butterfly on sunlit wing, Or pollen-dusted scents that soft winds bring. Inspired by Peaceful Slumber They chase no squirrels, nor bark at distant sound, Just fields of endless blooms, on hallowed ground. A silent journey through a floral maze, In slumber deep, through golden, hazy days. The Inner World of Rest Oh, tiny heart, so full of simple grace, Find endless meadows in this tranquil space. May vibrant colors kiss your gentle soul, As dreaming blossoms make your spirit whole.

  Fireside Comfort Cherishing these moments of warmth and unconditional love. In the quiet embrace of evening, every purr and gentle touch is a " Pause for Cuddles .  #PetalsAndPaws #PauseForCuddles #CozyNights #PetLove The Comfort of Quiet Moments The day unwinds, its vibrant hum grows low,  A gentle quiet starts its evening flow.  No grand adventures, no far-flung chase,  Just warmth that settles in this sacred space. Soft fur beside me, a contented sigh,  As golden streetlights paint the window high.  Finding Warmth in Familiar Company A paw extended, seeking gentle touch,  These silent moments mean so very much. The world can rush, with all its busy stride,  But here, in stillness, worries softly hide.  The Hearth and the Purr A purring rumble, a slow, loving blink,  More peace than all the hurried thoughts can think. So let us settle, close and intertwined,  The sweetest comfort that the heart can find. Behind the Purr: My...

Feline Fairytale Dreamer of the Flower Moon As the day's journey ends, even the wildest heart finds solace in the quiet comfort of home and nature. Wishing all paws a restful night. #PetalsAndPaws #GoodnightTrails #PeacefulPets #SweetDreams A Kitty Sleeping in a Field of Starlight The sun dips low, a whisper in the west,  And weary paws find solace, time to rest.  No more the chase, no playful, joyful bound,  Just quiet breathing on the softened ground. Through garden gates, where sleepy blossoms lean,  And moon-kissed leaves create a silver screen,  A gentle spirit, curled in sweet repose,  Finding Peace at Day's En d Dreams of the paths where daylight softly goes. The day's adventures, now a fading trace,  Replaced by stillness in this tranquil place.  A silent guardian, under starlit skies,  With peaceful heart and softly closing eyes. The Inspiration Behind Goodnight Trails So, "Goodnight, Trails," until the morning's light,  May dre...