A secret seed in the soil of me,
Whispering promises I can’t yet name.
Tomorrow rests in the quiet of now,
A horizon unfolding in silence.
You are a mystery,
An echo, a song unfinished.
Each breath is like waiting,
Each moment, becoming.
I hold a universe behind my ribs,
Stars rearrange themselves.
Your future hums beneath my skin,
A delicate thread being woven.
No one else can touch this time.
I live inside its pause,
Cradled by wonder of what will come,
Already forever changed by you.
Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 8:32 PM UTC
A secret seed in the soil of me,
Whispering promises I can’t yet name.
Tomorrow rests in the quiet of now,
A horizon unfolding in silence.
You are a mystery,
An echo, a song unfinished.
Each breath is like waiting,
Each moment, becoming.
I hold a universe behind my ribs,
Stars rearrange themselves.
Your future hums beneath my skin,
A delicate thread being woven.
No one else can touch this time.
I live inside its pause,
Cradled by wonder of what will come,
Already forever changed by you.