Ashley’s Delphic Whispers

 The thought of you lingers like a breeze, A whisper in the quiet, a calm I can’t appease. I’m here, still learning to stand alone, But time has carved you into my very bones. Each arrow you loosed left its quiet mark, Wounds once mended, now fading in the dark. If you’d looked closer, you might have found, The love I held, without a sound. I stood when the world gave you nothing, A steady presence, though my heart was breaking. Through every storm, I remained near, But you never saw me, never drew me near. When I turned, I thought you’d fight, Come to me in the still of the night. But you never came, never called my name, And I stayed, quiet in the ache and the flame. Now, I watch as life unfolds, While my heart carries stories untold. A love once given, now sealed by fate, Lost in the silence, heavy with weight. If only you had come, like a knight in the night, I would have run to you, to make things right. But you let me slip away, no words, no plea, While I stayed, lost in the ...

 Have you ever wondered about the bow and arrow—those eternal companions, forever close yet never fully bound? The bow, taut with tension, pulled back in quiet patience; the arrow, sharp and steadfast, waiting for its release. In those moments, they exist apart, each with its own purpose, until the moment arrives when the bow, with unshakable certainty, lets go. The arrow is released, swift and true, cutting through the air with a force that feels inevitable, as if the universe itself whispered its path. This, I believe, mirrors the dance of life, the hands of the universe—God, fate, whatever you choose to call it—working in unseen ways. We are the arrow, often pulled back by life’s tensions, by forces beyond our understanding, feeling distant from where we’re meant to be. But here’s the thing: the bow does not release the arrow until it is ready. The tension, the waiting, all of it serves a purpose, a deeper alignment. When the time comes, when the release is true, it’s as if the ...

 Have you seen how the waves return to the shore, Crashing gently, endlessly, forevermore? Each touch a whisper, a soft little kiss, A tender moment of effortless bliss. Isn’t it sweet, this dance of the sea? A love so simple, yet vast as can be. And aren’t we the same, in life’s fleeting tides, With hearts that long, but too often hide? The ones we hold dear, like waves to the sand, Deserve our return, a touch of our hand. For what is this life, if not these small graces, The love we exchange, the time that erases? So pause for a moment, reach out today, To friends, to family, don’t let love delay. Give them a peck, a hug, or a word, For in these connections, life’s song is heard. Without these bonds, we’re adrift, we’re apart, But with them, we carry the soul of our heart.