# Poetry. From Dawn to Liberation I am writing a poetry collection to honor a cycle that is shaping me - with seasons that come and go, from frozen winters to summer shades. These poems are stories and experiences - each one a fragment, a spark, a reflection for those moving through their own transitions. I’ll publish it when the time feels right, as a gesture of finality. ***Here is one & many:*** ~ ### Our peace. I see your eyes I feel your gaze they draw me in where silence stays. I hold my truth, I hold it near, and will you hear what hides in fear? I stand here bare, I stand, I breathe pure in womb, no veil, no sheath. I take your hand to calm my head, to quiet the storm, to feel here instead. Forgive me not for silence, but for the ache where longing led. Your breath, your chest, your quiet heat, your kiss, your pulse, our slow repeat. And in your arms, if war would cease, may we become our bless, our peace. ** ### Do You Fall on Us, or Fall with Us You fall on us, or fall with us the nightly sky, the winds that pass. The breath of past, the desert breeze, it stirs our skins, it makes us freeze. You whisper far in canyon calls, then close in Bedouin camp walls. We call for you - you shift the air, a silent touch that’s everywhere. The stars, they gaze and wink and play, reflecting all we didn’t say. We search for ones that fall in flight, but you reveal the endless height. We talk like birds, we laugh like fire, our echoes rising ever higher. Cozied in the mighty fur, we honor silence as we were - a circle drawn by fate and flame, a tribal bond with no one name. ### The One Who Strangely Cares Your carelessness, it strangely cares, each kiss a breath upon my skin, a feathered light that softly dares to stir the quiet storms within. Your hands, like waves in porcelain flow, glide down my back in whispered grace. I hide and play where tempests go, where shadows leave the faintest trace. Strong warrior, keeper of my night, protect me from the dreams I fear. I close my eyes, let go of fight, and hope you still are holding near. But what, my spy, will you behold a frozen lake of silenced trust, or else an ocean, dark and cold, where broken hearts still drift in dust? I fear. I’m frail. I cannot lie. The sorrow clings though years have passed. Yet I still dance beneath your sky, my rivers rising, lit at last Ignited by your ocean eyes, your gaze that cuts through all I hide. Are you the truth or sweet disguise? A joker’s mask or knight inside? You wander seas of mystery, uncharted tides you never show. But still I stay - not to be free, but just to see how deep you’ll go. Will you reach in, without retreat, and brave the depths I never share? To touch the dark and not delete the girl still standing there, bare? ** ### Don't Test My Daring Why give me hope, you naughty shades? Why offer return when warmth has turned to stone? Why show me hope when the gate won’t yield? Two souls reach through shadowed fields - but it’s all illusion. Why bring me hope with deepest caring? I never asked - quite the opposite. And still, you test my quiet daring. Don’t offer hope. My tender heart is closed. Don’t test this will - I’ve made my choice, and silence speaks what love once froze. ** ### Let Me Shred in Peace Why can’t I just shred in peace? I only want to be the new me. Maybe I ask for too little just to flow with ease. Let me shred in peace. Hold me while I break from this, quietly, without drama. Why do I have to ask - but please? I don’t know what I’m doing, or where to go. All I have is this piano a lonely masterpiece to soothe the chaos below. Let me shred in peace. Why can’t you keep the promises you made - not once, but many times? They glittered, then vanished. Shallow at glance still I believed, still I wished. Let me shred in peace in the fullness of my duality. I am light and shadow, doubt and fire. Let me shine in my breeze, build with joy, embrace fearlessness, and finally unfreeze. I wasn’t born to be boxed I was born to create, undoxxed. Not siloed. Not silenced. I was born to create without fight, to rise, to lead not with noise or mistrust, but with clarity and light. To try. To know. To shape not out of ego, but from love’s true flow. To walk my path, then turn back to guide others as the universe once lit my track. Let me shred in peace. I am not here to compete for a corner of this sky. I see beyond dreaming to reach the outer world, to hold hands in this new era, to see the same horizon, to walk it supported, held, and together. Uncontrolled. Unblocked. With vision alive, on golden tierra ..forever. ** ### & Other...