Some lights pass without promise,
too far to touch,
too near to forget.
I do not chase it.
I let it hum beneath my ribs,
like a secret chord
Heaven once allowed me to hear.
There was a calm I met between storms,
a voice,
steadied the trembling glass of my days.
No vows were written,
no touch exchanged,
yet something sacred passed between silences.
Some nights,
I still trace their echo
in the folds of my own silence.
It asked for nothing,
only to exist.
I found warmth
in the orbit of your mind,
a language
that never needed words.
Not every warmth is meant for the hand,
Some are meant for the soul
…to remember.
the way dusk
keeps the last blush of day,
not as hope,
but as proof
That light once lingered.
The sky forgets its stars by morning,
but the sea remembers their reflection.
the ones that never belonged to the night,
Yet still found their way into my sky.
Now the light rests where memory sleeps,
folded between thought and prayer.
Tonight, I let myself breathe.
Fragment 1 of many to come | @darkjasm | Chapter of a quiet star – extended version.
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