At the centre of it all
Is a timelessness.
From the grief
Of a father who’s lost his son,
licking a salty tear
as it slowly drips down his cheeks,
To the fluttering of butterflies on a warm spring day
As you reach your fingertips upward
as if to stroke
this fleeting moment
The young woman
Eager to face the world,
Hair blowing in the wind,
Breathing in another dawns sunrise
along the coast
in a somewhere town.
Sometimes,
I awake in the middle of the night
Feeling
This steady beat
Within the centre of it all,
A connection
On a sleepless night,
Reminding me to live with
reverence and respect,
Reminding me of
How we are all
woven
From the same cloth
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 6:32 PM UTC
At the centre of it all
Is a timelessness.
From the grief
Of a father who’s lost his son,
licking a salty tear
as it slowly drips down his cheeks,
To the fluttering of butterflies on a warm spring day
As you reach your fingertips upward
as if to stroke
this fleeting moment
The young woman
Eager to face the world,
Hair blowing in the wind,
Breathing in another dawns sunrise
along the coast
in a somewhere town.
Sometimes,
I awake in the middle of the night
Feeling
This steady beat
Within the centre of it all,
A connection
On a sleepless night,
Reminding me to live with
reverence and respect,
Reminding me of
How we are all
woven
From the same cloth
