Ghost in the Garden of Time

A sunflower bends toward the fading sun,

its golden face heavy with songs

that never left my throat.

The ghost of the musical voice

rustles through the petals,

a lawyer’s case folded into the wind,

both carried away by clouds

that never waited for me. 

The moon hurries across the sky,

reminding me of time’s relentless chase.

I walk beneath its silver light,

my hands full of duty,

my arms cradling the future of my children.

Their laughter is the only music

I can still compose,

their dreams the only case

I can still plead.

Yet the ghost lingers... she hums in the shadows,

her song unfinished,

her faith buried with the one

who once believed in me.

But even in haunting,

she is proof I dared to want,

that I reached for the stars

before the night grew too long.

And though the world may never hear my song,

Or the court may not see my fight for family cause,

the sunflower still blooms,

the clouds still drift,

the moon still listens...

and somewhere in their silence,

I am still singing...

I am still fighting...

 

~ Copyright © EmperatrizV @Sunflower for Emily, 11 June 2026 - All Rights Reserved

Wilderness of Romance

Caught in the wilderness of romance,

Two souls dancing on the snow

White Christmas still lingers

At the edge of a Forgotten Land...

 

I watch them... their closeness a flame

that warms the frozen air,

and I feel the hunger of a lantern

never lit for me.

One man, once admired,

still glimmers like a star

I cannot touch,

his brilliance reflected

in the way he crowns her with light.

The other... my own...

remains a silence,

a river that never reached my shore,

his gaze withheld,

his tenderness a promise

that dissolved into mist.

 

So I stand between two shadows:

the star I followed,

and the river I thirsted for.

 

Their laughter becomes a mirror,

showing not only their joy,

but the ache of my hands

still empty of devotion.

The snow writes its parables,

flakes falling like unwritten vows,

and beneath its veil

my heart carries the weight

of two men... one remembered,

one withheld... both teaching me

how absence can carve deeper

than presence ever could...

~ Copyright © EmperatrizV @Sunflower for Emily, 1 June 2026 - All Rights Reserved

The Silence He Left

He’s out of my life,  

and the words taste bitter,  

like something I never wanted to say.  

I keep asking myself  

if I held back too much,  

or gave more than I should have.  

The truth is...  

I don’t know where the balance was,  

only that love slipped away,  

and left me holding silence.  

He was part of my youth,  

woven into the rhythm of my days,  

and now the absence feels heavier    

He’s out of my life,  

and I can’t pretend it doesn’t break me.

   

~ Copyright © EmperatrizV @Sunflower for Emily, 9 May 2026 - All Rights Reserved

* This piece was born out of the song “She’s Out of My Life”.  

Its mood has always stayed with me, carrying the ache of loss and the quiet questions that never find answers.  

Back in my teenage years, his music was more than sound... it was presence, comfort, and a companion through growing pains.  

Now, even as time moves forward, I still grieve.  

I miss him, not just as an artist, but as a part of my youth that shaped who I became.  

Writing this poem is my way of keeping him close, even in silence.  

U N S A I D

She carries silence
like a second skin...
hidden aches folded
between the laughter,
pains tucked beneath
the rhythm of her hands.
Her love is a language
without syllables,
a prayer whispered
into sleepless nights,
a sacrifice that blooms
in shadows, unseen.
The world sees her smile,
but not the weight
she trades for ours.
Her words unsaid
are the roots of our strength,
her quiet endurance
the shape of our tomorrow.
Today, we honor
the unseen,
the unspoken,
the unbroken.

~ Copyright © EmperatrizV @Sunflower for Emily, 9 May 2026 - All Rights Reserved