The lamp of our talk has dimmed its glow,
The words are few, the tide is low.
But don’t think for a moment the path is gone,
I am standing right here, waiting for the dawn.
Silence isn’t an ending, it’s just a veil,
A quiet wind in a restless sail.
My voice has softened, my lips are still,
But loving you is a compass, a steady will.
The night adjusted how I see the sky,
But it didn’t change the "you and I."
We aren't speaking, but the direction is true—
Every quiet step I take, still leads to you.
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 10:59 AM UTC