A Dream I Once Cradled
There was a time I dreamed in hush,
Of soft hands I would one day touch.
Of eyes that held the whole wide skies,
Of giggles born from starlit cries.
Not every dream needs lullaby tunes,
Some bloom in silence under crescent moons.
You came—not with cries, but calm,
Like dusk that wraps the world in balm.
I never carried You in My arms,
But in My quiet hopes, My deepest charms.
Each breath You take, unknown to You—
Is tethered to a thousand I once drew.
They will never know how much I cared,
How many silent nights I stared
At shadows dancing on My wall,
Wishing to give You My all.
You arrived when I would stopped wishing out loud,
A beam of sun through the loneliest cloud.
You filled the space no one could name,
And somehow… I never felt the same.
Not born of Me—but born for Me,
A soul that fit so perfectly.
I never asked the stars for much,
But they gave Me You—and their softest touch.
You are My calm, My reason, My hush,
The heartbeat I would protect from every rush.
The gentleness I never knew I had,
The love that softened all that was sad.
So if You ever wonder who You are to Me—
Know this without a doubt, endlessly:
You are the dream I once cradled inside,
Now alive, now glowing, now Mine with pride.
