Horizon

                                   

I stood at the horizon of life’s turning,

Searching the distance for where my path may cease.

Behind me lie roads of unspoken stories,

Their echoes painting the colors of memory.

Ahead, the valleys open like pages,

Unwritten, waiting for footsteps and dreams.

                                                                                                                Wan, R (Oct 12, 2025)

 

Reminiscing, Tuscan Oct 2025

                                                 

The color of hope

Maybe in heaven

this hollow that haunts her yesterdays

is only the ache of desires left undone.

(Where are your promises?) 

Like velvet kisses, 

brushed on soft skin, 

lingering, caressing. 

Like spring’s first blossoms after the long cold of winter, 

do they rise from dreams? 

Twinges of pain, 

the quiet shade of hope, 

become her only faithful friend. 

Maybe, in heaven, 

not here. 

(Wan, R., Aug 2025 Chatgpt edit from Wan, R., May 26, 2020)