Cuddling Outside
under the night’s soft cloak
you nestle close to me
as if you were the stars
scattered in the sky
Written on 17th January 2024. The feathered visualization is created by DALL-E and Microsoft Designer via Bing.
In the embrace of the night, we lie close together, wrapped in its protective cloak. You snuggle against me as if you were the twinkling stars in the sky. Your proximity makes me feel the vastness of the universe, as our bodies warm each other.
Nocturne
one step after another
on the way back home—
the moon keeps watch
The poem was written on August 31, 2024. Its visualization was later imagined by DALL-E and Microsoft Designer, with the birds added as a touch of creative liberty.
This is an image of a slow, contemplative walk home under the moonlight. Even though the word itself doesn’t appear, this is unmistakably a night poem. The act of walking, which everything revolves around here, sets a rhythm. And before you know it, we find ourselves thinking about music.
To Make a Sky
you don’t need much
a curved moon
a few stars
a few more stars
and a blanket
let’s call it night
The text was written on June 6, 2024. Visualized using DALL-E and Microsoft Designer, with a few too many moons.
dreams, vastness, tranquil, serene, mysterious, darkness, cosmic, twinkling, clear, mystical, soft, endless, soothing, infinite, distant, celestial, glittering, romantic, lonely, nocturnal, calm, comforting, dreamy, enchanting, serene, starry, protective, timeless, intimate
the stars
an ocean above us
and we beneath
This poem was written in 2024. It has no title — it’s as simple as that. Illustration by DALL-E and Microsoft Designer.
Just as the sea stretches to the horizon, the cosmic canopy expands into immeasurable distances. The stars, like silver points of light, reflect on the gentle waves of the night sea.
The depth of the universe, dark and mysterious, echoes the fathomless depths of the oceans, each filled with mysteries and unexplored worlds. Galaxies drift like distant archipelagos across the cosmic sea, while planets glide like luminous pearls along invisible currents.
The stillness of the night, interrupted only by the gentle rustling of leaves in the wind? It’s a whisper, telling stories and touching the soul. Yes, the night has a special kind of magic that has always made the hearts of poets and dreamers beat faster. Mine included.
But what makes the night so much more poetic than the day? Let me reveal why the darkest hours ignite the brightest sparks of inspiration.
