Dear Dairy

Dear diary, a vessel for my thoughts,

In pages bound, emotions sought.

Through ink-stained dreams and whispered fears,

I'll pen my soul across the years.

In morning's light and shadows deep,

In joyous highs and sorrows steep.

The tapestry of life unfolds,

In tales of silver, in tales of gold.

A symphony of laughter's grace,

Echoes in these sacred space.

Yet shadows dance in twilight's gleam,

A fragile balance, like a dream.

Beneath the moon's enchanting gaze,

I weave the echoes of my days.

In solitude, my heart reveals,

The poetry each moment conceals.

Through seasons' change and weathered days,

In sunlit warmth and misty haze,

I trace the echoes of my heart,

In every line, a work of art.

As dawn awakes, a canvas bare,

I etch the whispers of the air.

The dance of pen on paper's scroll,

A tale of truths, a tale untold.

Oh, diary, confidant so true,

In realms of reds and ocean blues.

With every stroke, a piece of me,

In prose and verse, forever free.

In fragrant gardens of the mind,

Where memories and dreams entwined.

I plant the seeds of yesterdays,

In hopes they bloom in future's gaze.

Through trials faced and victories won,

In setting moons and rising suns.

The diary stands, a steadfast friend,

In every twist and every bend.

So here I write, in solace found,

On pages vast, emotions bound.

Dear diary, witness to my song,

In endless verses, life prolongs.