Follow your heart

It lives within, a guiding flame,

A beacon, fierce, that none can tame.

Through days of darkness, cold and drear,

Freedom whispers, steady, clear:

“Rise, for you are more than these—

The storms, the tides, the bending seas.”

FOLLOW YOUR HEART

“The heart knows the roads the mind cannot traverse. To follow it is to walk with faith through the shadows.”

Follow your heart; let it softly sing,

Through joy’s ascent and sorrow’s sting.

It whispers truths no mind can see,

A melody of what shall be.

Through silent halls where shadows fall,

It leads, unyielding, past the wall.

Though reason balks, though fear may bind,

The heart persists, steadfast, aligned.

It falters not through doubt’s parade,

Nor wearies of the trials laid.

It weaves its course through darkest woe,

And in its faith, new gardens grow.

Follow your heart; it is your star,

A guiding light, both near and far.

It carries you through boundless strife,

The compass of your fleeting life.

HE FOUND HIS DULCINEA

“He saw her not as she was, but as his heart willed her to be—a vision of all he cherished and all he dreamed.”

He found his Dulcinea fair,

Her gentle grace beyond compare.

In her, he saw a world divine,

A truth that mirrored his own design.

But I have yet to find your gaze,

To walk with you through twilight’s haze.

He claimed his muse with heart alight,

Yet I am adrift in endless night.

Oh, may my smile one day reveal,

A love as pure, a dream as real.

May I, too, find a heart so true,

To weave my days in gold and blue.

CAUGHT BETWEEN WALLS

“Where am I? Should I even write in your pages, my diary? I need to be honest with someone, but perhaps only with myself. I am caught between walls—it’s chess, where I am the prisoner of inquisitors. Yet, in the end, it is all in my mind. Kasparov defeated the computer, Zeland found the reality of Transurfing, Napoleon believed in his vision. Who am I, and where should I go? Are there no doors, or are these just doors I no longer need? What stops me from breaking this reality and building my own? I have that strength—I do not need the confines of others’ rules. But do you?”

Between shadows and corridors, the past whispers its riddles.

How much capricious folly hides in love, unseen?

Caught between these walls, where time turns back its lean.

Once again, I feel the ache, though not for you—

No, not for you—but for the gaze that pierces through.

My heart, oh, why must it tread the scaffold so vain?

Why cast the hours away, unwisely spent, in pain?

I recall the fissures of parting’s cruel embrace,

A bitter arrow through memory’s fragile trace.

Oppressive halls, where echoes wail and weep,