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I lie in wait where shadows creep, And trade the waking world for sleep. I give the silence room to grow, To see what only you can know. I ask you for the grace to be, The truth that sets the spirit free. Deep in the center, I’m finding my home, Still as the mountain and wide as the stars where the silent things roam. I’ve pulled in my anchors, I’ve let down my hair, The answer is waiting in unspent air. My lungs are full of unspent air, A ghost of motion everywhere. I’ve ceased the toil of forcing spring, To hear the song the silence brings. I’ll sit within this quiet room, And let the fated flower bloom. Deep in the center, I’m finding my home, Still as the mountain and wide as the stars where the silent things roam. I’ve pulled in my anchors, I’ve let down my hair, The answer is waiting in unspent air. I do not chase the rising sun, The days of frantic work are done. I am the pull, the silver tide, With nowhere left for truth to hide. I’ve cleared the path, I’ve made the room, To let a softer power bloom. I ask you for the steady hand, The rock on which a heart can stand. Deep in the center, I’m finding my home, Still as the mountain and wide as the stars where the silent things roam. I’ve pulled in my anchors, I’ve let down my hair, The answer is waiting in unspent air. I rest within the light I keep, Where only seeds of promise leap. I give the silence room to grow, To see what only you can know. I give you all the space to be, The version only you can see. Deep in the center, I’m finding my home, Still as the mountain and wide as the stars where the silent things roam. I’ve pulled in my anchors, I’ve let down my hair, The answer is waiting in unspent air. I’ve cleared the room, I’ve stilled the air, The answer’s already there. Seeding the light... Keeping the sight... Goodnight, my heart. Goodnight.
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Dec 20, 2025
Dec 20, 2025 at 8:29 AM UTC
Finding My Home
I lie in wait where shadows creep, And trade the waking world for sleep. I give the silence room to grow, To see what only you can know. I ask you for the grace to be, The truth that sets the spirit free. Deep in the center, I’m finding my home, Still as the mountain and wide as the stars where the silent things roam. I’ve pulled in my anchors, I’ve let down my hair, The answer is waiting in unspent air. My lungs are full of unspent air, A ghost of motion everywhere. I’ve ceased the toil of forcing spring, To hear the song the silence brings. I’ll sit within this quiet room, And let the fated flower bloom. Deep in the center, I’m finding my home, Still as the mountain and wide as the stars where the silent things roam. I’ve pulled in my anchors, I’ve let down my hair, The answer is waiting in unspent air. I do not chase the rising sun, The days of frantic work are done. I am the pull, the silver tide, With nowhere left for truth to hide. I’ve cleared the path, I’ve made the room, To let a softer power bloom. I ask you for the steady hand, The rock on which a heart can stand. Deep in the center, I’m finding my home, Still as the mountain and wide as the stars where the silent things roam. I’ve pulled in my anchors, I’ve let down my hair, The answer is waiting in unspent air. I rest within the light I keep, Where only seeds of promise leap. I give the silence room to grow, To see what only you can know. I give you all the space to be, The version only you can see. Deep in the center, I’m finding my home, Still as the mountain and wide as the stars where the silent things roam. I’ve pulled in my anchors, I’ve let down my hair, The answer is waiting in unspent air. I’ve cleared the room, I’ve stilled the air, The answer’s already there. Seeding the light... Keeping the sight... Goodnight, my heart. Goodnight.
KyRenn
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KyRenn
35/F/American
Dec 20, 2025
Dec 20, 2025 at 8:29 AM UTC
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