I stare into your eyes while you speak,
as though the stars are arranging themselves for a meaning I may never fully grasp.
Your voice does not simply reach me…
it settles within,
like an echo in a cathedral long after the hymn has ended.
When sleep takes you,
Your breathing becomes the only clock I trust…
each rise a fragile mercy,
each fall a reminder that nothing mortal is promised.
You speak of rooms within your mind
where even light walks carefully.
I stand at their threshold without demand,
knowing that devotion
does not require invitation…
only patience.
You say you feel safe beside me.
I carry those words with trembling hands,
as one carries a candle through the wind…
shielding it,
knowing it may still go out.
Joy visits us,
but it does not linger loudly.
It moves like dusk…
quiet, solemn,
certain of its fading.
And sometimes I wonder
whether we stand beneath the same sky
or merely endure it
side by side.
There are questions I no longer chase.
There are answers I no longer require.
And still…
I remain.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 10:12 AM UTC
As it lingers across the sea.
Are we staring at the same shooting star?
Do you feel the very same wind that blew upon my face.
How about the rain that started to fall?
Or maybe only in my mind...
Always on my mind...
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 9:44 PM UTC
As you radiate across the sky;
I cant help but wonder,
Am i staring to a real sparkle?
As i lay eyes upon your shine;
And be fascinated by your glow,
I determined that you are just a mimic of a genuine luminous sphere.
Nothing more , nothing less.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 9:07 PM UTC