Echoes of Shadows

Mountains that hold their breath for you (Marcella Boccia) The mountains stand still in the silence of your name, their peaks trembling as they cradle the wind, waiting for the moment you will return, like the echo of a song that never fades, carried in the breath of the earth, whispered in the space between stars. They hold their breath for you, these ancient sentinels of stone, worn by time yet...

The ghost of your hands in mine (Marcella Boccia) There is a ghost that haunts my palms, the faint imprint of your hands in mine, woven into the fibers of my skin, where your touch once lived, and now, only the echo remains. I reach for you in the quiet of the night, and in that hollow space, I feel you as though you never left— the warmth of your fingers tracing paths along the edge of my soul, a...

A prayer woven in absence (Marcella Boccia) I have woven a prayer in the threads of your absence, each strand a memory, each knot a whispered longing. The silence of your leaving fills the spaces where once your voice was a song upon my heart, and now, it echoes only in the hollow between breaths. Oh love, how do I speak to you now? When the air no longer carries your name, and the stars refuse to...

Fading letters on the lips of the moon (Marcella Boccia) The moon, pale as a forgotten dream, whispers to the night in fading letters, carved upon its lips in silver strokes, a language only the stars can understand. Each word drifts, like a forgotten prayer, carried away by the silence between breaths, and in the stillness, I hear you, not in the shapes of letters, but in the spaces they leave be...

Where the wind forgets to carry you (Marcella Boccia) There is a place where the wind forgets to carry you, where the silence of the air speaks louder than breath, and the world stands still, holding its secret in the curve of a forgotten sky. Here, the earth whispers your name, not in the language of the living, but in the quiet murmur of the past, where time folds its wings and dreams no longer...

Footprints lost in time (Marcella Boccia) In the sands of forgotten years, our footsteps vanish, soft as whispers in the wind, carried away by the breath of time. Once, we walked with the earth beneath us, our souls tangled in the rhythm of the world, but now, only echoes remain, like the faintest memory of a song never sung. The path we traced is now a dream, faded, blurred, but I feel it still—...

In the silence between our names (Marcella Boccia) In the silence between our names, where the world forgets to breathe, I hear you— not in words, but in the space between, where every heartbeat is a question, and every breath an answer we never spoke. We are echoes, our souls caught in the pause of time, your presence like the wind that touches without touching, soft and cold, a shadow that linge...

Echoes of your vanished dawn (Marcella Boccia) In the quiet of the morning’s breath, where shadows linger like forgotten prayers, I search for you— your light, once a fire in the sky, now only the whisper of a promise broken. Your dawn was a song I did not know I would miss, its warmth like the first touch of summer, and we—so young, so alive— watched the world unfold in the curve of your smile. B...

A river that no longer remembers our steps (Marcella Boccia) The river once kissed our feet with whispers, a quiet song beneath the moon, its current, tender with secrets, carried us where time dissolved. We were the dream of its waters, our laughter like ripples in its embrace, but now, it flows—silent, untold, forgetting the dance of our shadows. Do you remember how the night would fold its wing...

Whispers among the cedars (Marcella Boccia) The wind carries your name through the valleys, a ghost of syllables lost in time, woven into the hush of cedars that lean toward the sky in silent prayer. I walk where we once walked, where dusk wrapped us in amber light, but now only shadows keep me company, only the echoes of your laughter remain. Oh love, the years have turned to dust, scattered like...

Between the cedars and the stars (Marcella Boccia) I have counted the years in falling leaves, each one a whisper of your name, scattered by winds that do not know the weight of longing, the ache of distance. The moon still carves your silhouette in the dark, a quiet ghost against the sky, and though the river has forgotten our steps, I still hear your laughter in its tide. Oh, my love, my vanishe...

Your eyes as black as the night (Marcella Boccia) Your eyes are as black as the night, a thousand shadows hiding in their depths, where I lose myself, and find the world I thought I knew, only to see it vanish beneath their gaze. In those eyes, I have seen the silence of forgotten stars, the mysteries of moons that never rose, and the weight of years that were never ours to touch. Each glance is a...

Simply us   There are loves that never touch the skin, that dwell in the soul, deep and unyielding, where words are the only caress, and silence speaks louder than any embrace. We have never held each other in the heat of desire, no hands entwined, no bodies bound, yet in the quiet of our hearts, we have burned brighter than the stars that knew no distance.  The world believes love is made of fles...