September sunset,
blues and pinks spill like secrets,
the sky learns to blush.
A jacket half-zipped,
the breeze smells of burnt sugar,
shadows stretch too long.
Geese carve the night air,
times no one can decipher,
yet we understand.
Gallery of Cardy
A collection of words on life & love
about
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A hymn of hope through ragged bones,
A lighter load to carry home.
Her temper tamed, the storm is gone,
The wind it sings, she carries on.So let the waves come rollin’, rollin’,
Let the tide take hold of her.
With a heart unbroken, open,
She’ll set her soul upon the sea.A bud unfolds in winter’s hand,
Dipped in snow across the land.
The morning breaks, the sky runs free,
And her heart drifts off to sea.So let the waves come rollin’, rollin’,
Let the tide take hold of her.
With a heart unbroken, open,
She’ll set her soul upon the sea.Oh the storm has raged, but the calm will stay,
Sing a hymn of hope at the break of day.
Raise a glass, let the voices ring,
For the sea is the song we sing.So let the waves come rollin’, rollin’,
Let the tide take hold of her.
With a heart unbroken, open,
We’ll set her soul upon the sea. -
The scent of earth in the wind,
deep belly laughs that break the night,
millions of stars twinkling cheekily,
a fire whispering in the quiet.
Sleepy dogs by the crackling flame,
a song that never lets me go,
barefoot wandering through the grass,
a world that feels like home.
And it’s enough,
a little life, a fleeting light,
holding me closer than the dark ever could.
It’s enough,
a little love, a gentle night,
teaching me the meaning of the good.
A hot summer swim in the midnight air,
the river holding secrets tight.
Waking up with a smile I can’t explain,
the kind that lingers past the night.
The simplest moments, they carry me,
like echoes carved in stone.
The more I tried to find the grand design,
the more I found my own.
And it’s enough,
a little life, a fleeting light,
holding me closer than the dark ever could.
It’s enough,
a little love, a gentle night,
teaching me the meaning of the good.
Maybe heaven was never far,
just the laughter, the fire, the cheeky stars.
Maybe love is the smallest hymn,
a whisper that lives only from within.
And it’s enough,
a little life, a fleeting light,
stronger than the silence ever was.
It’s enough,
a little love, a gentle night,
reminding me what living truly does.
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Where do you come from, mama,
your voice a shadow on the breeze.
I’ve been searching in the silence,
for the part of you that lives in me.
I looked in the fire, I looked in the rain,
I carried the sorrow, I carried the pain.
But every road I wandered down,
just led me back again.
Every heartbreak carved me deep,
every secret I still keep.
I thought I was broken, I thought I was thin,
but the answer was burning…
It’s from within, the fire that saves me,
From within, the love that remakes me.
I thought it was gone, thought I’d never begin,
But the strength I’ve been needing—
It’s from within.
Where do you come from, mama,
were you the stars or the endless sky?
I thought you were somewhere distant,
but you were the voice when I cried.
I thought you were lost, I thought you were gone,
but you were the rhythm behind every song.
And the more I kept calling,
the more I found you were mine all along.
Every sorrow taught me to fight,
every shadow carried the light.
I thought I was empty, I thought I was thin,
but the answer kept rising…
It’s from within, the fire that saves me,
From within, the love that remakes me.
I thought it was gone, thought I’d never begin,
But the strength I’ve been needing—
It’s from within.
Turns out I come from the storm and the flame,
From every wound that whispered my name.
The mother I searched for, the love, the skin.
She was always inside me, always within.
From within, oh it’s rising and higher,
From within, a soul set on fire.
The world tried to break me, but I’ll never give in,
‘Cause the love that I needed…
Was always from within.
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I bought a Celosia
on sale at the market,
a pot of purple flames,
pink whispers at the roots.I didn’t know how to care for it.
But I knew I needed something
to care for me.I set it on the sill
in the sunlit room
And it rose
head high,
drinking it in.We all should bloom like that
Shoulders tall as roots,
feet firm in the earth,
face open to the sky.And when we do,
it will be because
We watered ourselves.
Gallery of Cardy 