Come rest with me and close your eyes,
beneath the curve of fading skies.
Your breath, a hymn, so soft, so near,
a refuge built from what we fear.
Let longing fall, its tether break,
and in its place, let love awake.
For skin and soul dissolve tonight,
where fire becomes the tender light.
I know this world wears heavy chains,
but here, no burdened trace remains.
Stay close, and feel this moment bloom
our solace born from aching gloom.
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 10:12 PM UTC
Come rest with me and close your eyes,
beneath the curve of fading skies.
Your breath, a hymn, so soft, so near,
a refuge built from what we fear.
Let longing fall, its tether break,
and in its place, let love awake.
For skin and soul dissolve tonight,
where fire becomes the tender light.
I know this world wears heavy chains,
but here, no burdened trace remains.
Stay close, and feel this moment bloom
our solace born from aching gloom.
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