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Heart of Stone

He built his dreams with fire and steel,   Through sweat and pain, through grit and will.   His path was carved with silent nights,   A war he waged beyond the sights.   But love, so sweet, so soft, so near,   Whispered dreams into his ear.   A choice was placed upon his chest—   His passion’s flame, or love’s request.   He turned away from burning light,   Held her close, embraced the night.   Yet soon he found, to his dismay,   Both love and purpose slipped away.   For goals demand a heart of stone,   And love still longs to call its own.   To chase one means to lose the fight,   To hold both tight is rarest might.   So walk the road with eyes aware,   Choose with wisdom, choose with care.   For once you drop what makes you whole,   You lose the fire—and lose your soul.
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Kambe

Beneath the sky of twilight gray,
Stood Kambe by the river’s sway,
She watched the water's icy gleam,
A silver thread through evening's dream.

The air was crisp, the wind was still,
As shadows crept o'er vale and hill,
She dipped her toe, the chill arose,
A shiver in the night's repose.

"Tomorrow," whispered doubt's refrain,
"I'll leap and break this frozen chain."
But Kambe knew the truth within,
The cold stays cold; no warmth begins.

She lingered there in twilight's hold,
Fearing the plunge into the cold,
Yet wisdom whispered to her soul,
“Delay won’t make the water whole.”

With breath held tight, she closed her eyes,
And leapt beneath the silent skies,
Embraced the shock, the bite, the sting,
Emerging strong, and blossoming.

For Kambe learned beneath the moon,
That courage needs to act, and soon,
For cold remains, though hearts delay,
The leap of faith must come today.

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