Sunday Night 9 July 23

7/9/2023

SUNDAY NIGHT 9 JULY 23

Sunday Night in July

In the haze of summer's twilight sky,
A Sunday night in July draws nigh.
A gentle melody whispers through the air,
As stars awaken, each their glory to share.

The day, once vibrant, now slowly unwinds,
A subtle shift unfolds as evening finds
A tranquil rhythm, a moment to mend,
An invitation for hearts to transcend.

The sun, weary from its golden embrace,
Sinks low, painting the horizon's face.
A canvas of warmth, hues serene,
Where dreams take flight in a vibrant sheen.

The air carries whispers of a tranquil tide,
Whispering tales of passions set aside.
Lovers' hands entwined in the fading light,
Embracing love's essence, pure and bright.

A symphony of crickets begins to unfold,
Their soothing song like liquid gold.
It weaves a tapestry in the stillness so deep,
Inviting weary souls to rest and sleep.

The night holds secrets, tucked beneath the moon,
Whispers of desires, whispered too soon.
Precious moments, tender and true,
Where hopes and dreams are born anew.

On this Sunday night in July's embrace,
Let your heart dance with ethereal grace.
For in the tender hours of starlit embrace,
Magic lingers, leaving traces.

So, let sorrows fade and worries cease,
Let Sunday night's balm bring you peace.
Embrace the beauty this moment brings,
And let it be the song your heart sings.

mE iN mY mAsKs

"Some May Never Live, But The Crazy Never Die"
By: Aiden D. Kirchner

In twilight's embrace, where dreams alight,
There lies a truth, hidden from sight,
Some may never live, but the crazy never die,
In wild hearts, where passions fly.

They dance on whims, beneath the moon,
Unbound by shackles, they defy the tune,
Their spirits exude a vibrant hue,
Reveling in freedoms, chosen anew.

For in the realm of madness, they dwell,
Where sanity and reason may not quell,
Each step they take, a leap of faith,
In a symphony of chaos, they find their pace.

Oh, the wild ones, seekers of the sublime,
The guardians of dreams, through endless time,
They become the canvass, where colors blend,
Painting tales of brilliance, that never end.

Their souls aflame, with fiery desire,
Igniting sparks that forever inspire,
They may not follow paths of the sane,
But through their madness, they shall attain.

Through soaring heights, or depths untold,
They sculpt their lives, both brave and bold,
For some may never live, the mundane constrains,
But the crazy, eternal, forever remains.

I have a feeling I’m about to become single real soon. Smfh! I’m NOT into playing games or any bullshit. I’m a corny romantic, I’m affectionate, I like to cuddle and just want to be loved and love. Is that too much to ask for? Smfh! I don’t think so.