Serenity
John
After breakfast, Ethan was not feeling his usual energetic self. He had a suspicion he might have caught a cold or something worse. He could barely lift his head as he slumped down on the couch. John, sensing something was off, came over and gently placed his hand on Ethan’s forehead. The warmth radiating from Ethan’s skin confirmed his fears. “You have a temperature, baby,” John said softly. “It is off to bed with you. I will get you some aspirin and a glass
Whispers Beneath the Cypress
Beneath the cypress, where nightingales sigh, I carved your name in the breath of the sky. The moon wore your silence like jasmine and flame, And stars wept softly at the sound of your name.
My heart, a lantern in Shiraz’s breeze, Burns for your shadow among ancient trees. Come—let us vanish where roses still bleed, And time drinks wine from the cup of our need.
Bullet to the Heart
I ride alone where the me