The clock is stopped, air is cold,
A dark truth left untold.
To offer witness, something dies,
And mends the hurt before our eyes.
We hold the wounds from deepest sleep,
The broken vows we couldn't keep.
We met as shadows in the light,
Two souls that stood through endless nights.
I ask you for the sunken shard,
The piece of you that you keep barred.
The quiet place where structure broke,
The deepest cut that’s left exposed.
This quiet sharing of our hearts,
Of breath on consecrated ground.
Bringing light to what was dark,
A new and gentle peace is found.
My pain has lived below the tide,
Where love and nurture were denied.
The single grain of light I kept,
The promise that my young self wept.
But in your eye, I find the sign,
A mirror holding hurts like mine.
You know the desert, cold and dry,
The vital air I’d been deprived.
I ask you for the sunken shard,
The piece of you that you keep barred.
The quiet place where structure broke,
The deepest cut that’s left exposed.
This quiet sharing of our hearts,
Of breath on consecrated ground.
Bringing light to what was dark,
A new and gentle peace is found.
The world sees only common strife,
The simple wound of surface life.
But we exchange the ancient scar,
The final toll of what we are.
When you speak softly of your need,
I feel the root of every deed.
We draw a breath where solace lies,
Two souls unburdened in our eyes.
The deepest soul... the air we bind... The deepest pain... the air we find.
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 9:16 PM UTC
The clock is stopped, air is cold,
A dark truth left untold.
To offer witness, something dies,
And mends the hurt before our eyes.
We hold the wounds from deepest sleep,
The broken vows we couldn't keep.
We met as shadows in the light,
Two souls that stood through endless nights.
I ask you for the sunken shard,
The piece of you that you keep barred.
The quiet place where structure broke,
The deepest cut that’s left exposed.
This quiet sharing of our hearts,
Of breath on consecrated ground.
Bringing light to what was dark,
A new and gentle peace is found.
My pain has lived below the tide,
Where love and nurture were denied.
The single grain of light I kept,
The promise that my young self wept.
But in your eye, I find the sign,
A mirror holding hurts like mine.
You know the desert, cold and dry,
The vital air I’d been deprived.
I ask you for the sunken shard,
The piece of you that you keep barred.
The quiet place where structure broke,
The deepest cut that’s left exposed.
This quiet sharing of our hearts,
Of breath on consecrated ground.
Bringing light to what was dark,
A new and gentle peace is found.
The world sees only common strife,
The simple wound of surface life.
But we exchange the ancient scar,
The final toll of what we are.
When you speak softly of your need,
I feel the root of every deed.
We draw a breath where solace lies,
Two souls unburdened in our eyes.
The deepest soul... the air we bind... The deepest pain... the air we find.
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