she moves in light
while I'm awake
renders mercy
for hearts that ache
she waits in patient
silent hope
providing comfort
a cushion to cope
she has no thoughts
of giving in
slows my breath
when air gets thin
as I await
the final tide
she allows a glimpse
of the other side
she is the reason
this soul can rhyme
with every season
her gift of time
Feb 7, 2024
Feb 7, 2024 at 11:42 AM UTC
she moves in light
while I'm awake
renders mercy
for hearts that ache
she waits in patient
silent hope
providing comfort
a cushion to cope
she has no thoughts
of giving in
slows my breath
when air gets thin
as I await
the final tide
she allows a glimpse
of the other side
she is the reason
this soul can rhyme
with every season
her gift of time
