Jordan A. Leturgez

In the quiet folds of twilight's breath,
Questions linger like shadows, whispering yet,
Stars dangle like hopes on a fraying thread,
In the silence of longing, my heart's eager plea:
Oh, answer me.

Where do the echoes of dreams softly go,
When the dawn blushes pink and the night says hello?
I stand on the edge of an unbroken sea,
Waves crashing with secrets, and oh, do they know?
Please, answer me.

In the depths of your eyes, do you find the same fear,
The tremor of silence that draws us so near?
For words left unspoken can weight heavy, you see,
Yet the truth in your silence could set the heart free--
Just, answer me.

What if the skies were to fall in a rush,
And we stood together in the midst of the hush?
Would the universe fold in the warmth of your decree,
Or would time freeze forever, caught in what could be?
Nay, answer me.

For in the stillness, I seek your embrace,
A language unvoiced, yet we dance in the grace,
Each sigh and each heartbeat syncopates our decree,
In the symphony of souls, will you choose to be?
Please, answer me.

So here as the moon cradles the sun's fading light,
I cast out my question into the deep night,
In the tapestry woven of longing and glee,
If the stars hold the answers, will you set them free?
Just once, answer me.

In the twilight's breath where shadows play,
With a flicker of ember, the night veers astray.
We gather our courage, we dance on the edge,
Each spark is a whisper, a bond we allege.

With hands like a painter, we sculpt the glow,
Legends awaken where wild forces flow.
The flames leap and twirl in an eager embrace,
Temptation unwinds in this dangerous space.

Is it chaos we crave, or a passion ignites?
With each crackling pop, we conjure delights.
We reach for the heat, and the heat pulls us near,
In the warmth of its laughter, we shed every fear.

But oh, the allure is a fickle deceiver,
Each touch is a promise, each flicker a fever.
In the heart of the blaze, where shadows conspire,
We risk it all boldly, playing with fire.

Yet, within the inferno lies beauty concealed,
A phoenix that rises, its past revealed.
From ashes of caution, our spirits take flight,
In burning, we learn of the darker and light.

So we dance with our desires, wrapped in the smoke,
With every deep breath, we're tethered, yet broke.
For who among us can truly deny
The life that we breathe when we play with the fire?

In the quiet hush of dawn's first light,
When shadows flee and dreams take flight,
I gather words like petals rare,
To weave a tapestry of praise laid bare.

With whispers soft, like a summer breeze,
I turn my gaze to the swaying trees,
And in their motion--graceful, true--
I find a rhythm, a song anew.

Praise is my craft, my heart's own beat,
In the mundane, I find the sweet--
The glimmer in a stranger's smile,
The warmth of kindness that makes life worthwhile.

For every heartbeat, for every sigh,
In the laughter that dances and the tears that dry,
I gather the moments, both small and grand,
And spin them into gold with a gentle hand.

Praise for the mountains that touch the sky,
Praise for the rivers that sing as they fly,
Praise for the love that binds us tight,
For hope that flickers, igniting the night.

In every sorrow that stirs the soul,
In every triumph that makes us whole,
I pen the verses that rise and fall--
A hymn of gratitude, a fervent call.

So let my heart be the vessel, true,
As I cradle the world in praises new;
For in each word, a spark I find,
A bridge of beauty, intertwined.

In a life well-lived, in the breath we share,
In the simple act of showing we care--
A poetry of praise is what I do,
To honor the light that shines in you.

In aisles of whispers, where dreams unfold,
Amidst the shimmer of silver and gold,
They wait with stories, each object a plea,
To capture the heart, to set visions free.

The scent of soft leather, the touch of fine silk,
A tapestry woven with essence of milk,
The echo of choices, both subtle and loud,
In the theater of commerce, we stand, we're proud.

What is it we seek in these bright, shining lands?
Connection, perhaps, through invisible hands,
A tapestry stitched with the threads of the past,
As seasons cascade, the moments are cast.

Each item a treasure, each shelf a new chance,
To dance through the maze in an endless romance,
The flicker of price tags, like stars in the night,
They twinkle with promise, they beckon with light.

Yet amidst all the noise, in the hustle, the race,
Lies a longing for warmth, for a familiar space,
Where strangers become friends in the smallest exchange,
Where laughter and kindness can blossom, not change.

So here in this haven, with footsteps that weave,
We're more than mere customers, we're hearts that believe,
In the magic of moments, the art of the sell,
In every transaction, we're bound by a spell.

Let us treasure the essence, the scent of the day,
Find stories in shopping that carry the sway,
For in the realm of retail, where senses collide,
We're more than just buyers--we're souls open wide.

In shadows deep where whispers creep,
The heartbeats echo, secrets keep;
Each dawn awakens, like a fight,
In quiet corners, wrong and right.

The armor built of fear and doubt,
In every child, in every shout;
We craft our shields from words unspoken,
A fragile bond, a heart unbroken.

Yet battles rage in hidden eyes,
A mother's prayer, a father's sighs;
The struggle not with sword or flame,
But with the world that feels like shame.

For safety is a fortress high,
Built with soft hugs and lullabies,
Yet storms may come with merciless rain,
And dreams feel shackled with unseen chains.

But rise we will, with hands entwined,
In every heart, the brave aligned;
For love can turn the tides of fear,
And from our wounds, we'll forge what's dear.

In every whisper, every plea,
In streets of sorrow, fields of glee;
We'll sow the seeds of hope anew,
For safety battles start with you.

So let the lights of courage burn,
With every twist, a chance to learn;
Together, we'll unfurl the skies,
In unity, our spirits rise.

The pen, the shield, the voice, the song,
In safety's name, we all belong;
In every heart, a warrior's tale,
Through love and trust, we shall prevail.