5-** Water

The lamplight falls across the polished wood,
where two hands rest on either side of empty space.
A stillness settles in the quiet room,
the sound of breath, a gesture of the chin.
We watch the simple dance of light and shadow.
The world outside is muted by the glass,
and we are held within this silent frame,
a perfect stillness before any start.

I feel the pull of all that we have not yet said, The Unwritten Map.
A quiet faith that grows in this new silence.
It is a choice, this beautiful uncertainty,
a silent promise that will never fade.
I feel the purpose in this endless journey,
a gravity I choose to stand within,
a knowledge in my soul that you are home.
My heart is listening for the sound of you.

The days unfold like a series of small, new revelations.
The way your eyes catch light when you are moved.
The gentle rhythm of your footsteps in the hall.
A fleeting sadness I observe behind your laughter.
A book left open to a favorite page,
a melody you hum beneath your breath.
These threads are woven into a design,
creating the tapestry of who we are.

This patient unfolding, this sacred distance, is love's true beginning.
We walk an unhurried road, The Unwritten Map.
I learn the cadence of your quiet moments.
We fill the empty spaces with a gentle kindling,
a patient unfolding, a chosen gravity.
The future is a landscape for our hands to draw.
We are the two rivers, and our separate paths
have brought us to this one, converging shore.

5-** Water

In hollow corners, shadows deepen,
where dust motes dance in still air.
The empty space observes all,
a quiet room, its silence vast.
No laughter now, no quickened step,
only lingering light at dusk, fading slow.
The walls stand witness, mute and cold,
to a world paused within.

My spirit aches with unseen burdens,
This Whisper of a Fading Bloom resides in silent depths.
I trace forgotten melodies,
each fading like a whispered dream.
Desolation descends, a chilling mist,
cloaking the heart in sorrow's hue.
Dreams unfulfilled, a heavy shroud,
hopes like autumn leaves, forever caught,
a cold autumn that knows no end.

Outside, the world moves ceaselessly on,
its distant hum a fading sound.
But here within, time holds its breath,
a single moment stretched and still.
Clouds amass, a heavy gray,
promising rain, a silent fall.
Each gathering drop, a quiet beat,
reflecting solitary pools.

I yearn for warmth, a single spark,
This Whisper of a Fading Bloom yearns for light.
To melt the ice that binds my soul,
my longing pulses like the rain.
A labyrinth of regret, each twist,
I wander paths with silent steps.
My own heart beats, a lonely drum,
an echo reaching out for naught,
no answer in the vacant air.

Once, colors bright, a vivid hue,
of hands entwined in trusting hold.
The thrill of shared and promised dawns,
a tapestry of sunlit days.
Now the palette dims, a muted shift,
to shades of ash and ocean gray.
The canvas shows only faint lines,
a record etched by time's cool hand.

Yet in this quiet desolation deep,
This Whisper of a Fading Bloom finds fragile strength.
A stillness beckons thought to bloom,
where dormant seeds await the rain.
Not broken, though fragments remain,
worn smooth by tides of sorrow's grace.
I gather each silent, storied shard,
a flicker ignites, a soft sunrise,
the possibility of dawn anew.

5-** Water

A gentle shower, soft upon the pane,
The world washed clean, in shades of silver grey,
A warmth that rises, in the wind's soft strain,
A longing gaze, that will not fade away.
The rain descends, a whisper, light and low,
A tender touch, where hidden feelings flow.

I see you, a distance, yet so near,
A quiet pull, that banishes all fear,
The words unsaid, like raindrops on a stream,
A timeless moment, in a waking dream.
Your smile, a promise, etched upon the air,
A heart embraced, with tenderness and care.

The rain falls softly, through the fading light,
A hand in hand, where silent pathways lead,
A gaze that lingers, in the deepening night,
A gentle touch, fulfilling every need.
The rain descends, a whisper, soft and slow,
A tender touch, where hidden feelings grow.

I see you, a comfort, safe and true,
A heart's soft prayer, in shades of gentle blue,
Your smile, a beacon, in the misty haze,
A tender moment, in love's gentle ways.
The arms that hold, a refuge from the storm,
A heart embraced, where love is pure and warm.