Author Archives: Hayden Coombs

In her warm gaze, I find my solace true,My anchor in life’s tempestuous sea,With steadfast love, she helps my spirit through,Her presence like a balm that comforts me. When daylight’s challenges weigh down my heart,She’s there, a beacon in the darkest night,In her embrace, I find a brand-new start,Her love, a guiding star, forever bright.Continue reading “In Her Embrace”

As I silently wrestle with my soul,A secret burden heavy on my heart,To speak the truth, my fears I must control,And from this inner darkness, I must part. Yet courage falters as I seek her eyes,To bare my soul and share this heavy weight,Will she stand by me, where my heart relies,Or shall my fragileContinue reading “To Bare My Soul”

In shadows deep, a nameless specter forms,A shapeless dread that haunts both night and day,Its touch, like ice, enshrouds in chilling storms,A constant fear that leads my heart astray. With whispered doubts, it sows the seeds of woe,A phantom, lurking in the mind’s abyss,It rends my peace, and where my hopes should grow,It binds myContinue reading “This Shadowed Beast”

Amidst the darkness, where anxious thoughts dwell,A crushing weight upon my chest does bear,In breathless night, I feel my spirits swell,As suffocating doubts obscure the air. Each moment fraught with gnawing, nameless fears,Like vipers coiled within my troubled mind,They hiss and strike, inciting bitter tears,While shadows dance, and solace I can’t find. Yet in thisContinue reading “Cloak of Dark Despair”

In the Azores, where the oceans kiss,Emerald islands in nature’s bliss.Volcanic peaks, and lushest terrain,True idyllic beauty, free from chain. Though Atlantic storms may whip and roar,These islands stand strong, forevermore,The Azores, haven of life and lore,Where nature’s beauty can’t be ignore. From Sao Miguel to Pico’s grand height,Each island’s beauty, a pure delight.In theContinue reading “os Açores”

Upon my heart, saudades so deeply weigh,A longing, like a melancholic tune,For moments past, now distant as the day,When life was sweet, beneath a silver moon. In saudades’ grasp, I’m lost in vivid dream,With wistful thoughts of friends and places dear,The echoes of their laughter brightly beam,Bring forth a bittersweet and silent tear. Though timeContinue reading “Saudades’ Bind”

Secret gardens hide,Quinta da Regaleira’s grace,Sintra’s mystic pride.

On Iberian shores, I find delight,Where Portugal’s fair tongue doth softly flow,In mellifluous stroke, a graceful flight,A melody of words that dance and glow. In Lusitanian lilt, phrases grace,As fado’s mournful song to life gives breath,Each vowel, consonant, in its right place,Conveys the soul’s desires, from life to death. From Lisbon’s hills to Porto’s ancientContinue reading “Lusitanian Lilt”

In Sintra’s realm, where mystic fogs enshroud,A fairy-tale unfolds in every glen,With palaces and castles gently endowed,As if dreamt into existence by men. Upon the hill, a palace fair doth rise,Pena, in vibrant colors brightly dressed,Where Moorish echoes linger in the skies,A historic treasure on Lisbon’s crest. Through Sintra’s woods, enchanted whispers flow,In Sintra’s gardens,Continue reading “Enchanted Whispers”