Tribute to Sable Nocturne’s poem « The Quiet Becoming» and Maria’s poem «My Loneliness.»
Note below.
I wake inside a dream—
not to a place, not to a time,
but to something so different—
No images, no faces,
only the swell of a feeling,
as if my ribs have cracked open
to let me slip deeper.
It is neither loss nor desire,
not grief, not joy—
but the raw ache of existence,
of having once been held,
and now, reaching.
I wake twice—
once from the dream,
and then again
to the world.
The wind brushes my skin.
A sound beyond the window—
a bird calling from a nest,
for the sun’s soft warmth.
And in the quiet,
this feeling returning,
this echo,
as if it has waited for me
all this time—
A calm and loving reminder—
hiding behind loneliness.
To love. To be loved.
To be lifted into warm arms,
to be something soft
inside another’s hands—
safe, unforgotten.
The feeling stays with me now,
bare as first light,
as if it has never left me—
as if I have been dreaming it
all along but calling it loneliness.
