Mira drifts into my my dreams
between breaths
carrying the warmth of every wish
i dared to speak.
the night turns gentle
touching the quiet corners
where longing use to hide.
she moves through the dark
gathering the scattered pieces
i pretend to have forgotten.
the warmth i never speak out loud
quieted by the soft hazel light of her eyes.
her presence lingers in a trace of rain and sweetgrass,
a quiet promise she will return when shadows fall.
how close she was in the waking world.
how close she remains when daylight fades.
even as morning breaks, these dreams of Mira cling to me.
constant as the night around a single star.
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 1:58 PM UTC
Mira drifts into my my dreams
between breaths
carrying the warmth of every wish
i dared to speak.
the night turns gentle
touching the quiet corners
where longing use to hide.
she moves through the dark
gathering the scattered pieces
i pretend to have forgotten.
the warmth i never speak out loud
quieted by the soft hazel light of her eyes.
her presence lingers in a trace of rain and sweetgrass,
a quiet promise she will return when shadows fall.
how close she was in the waking world.
how close she remains when daylight fades.
even as morning breaks, these dreams of Mira cling to me.
constant as the night around a single star.
