harrycane287
Wellknown Ace
A standard lamp casts golden thread across the quiet room,
While shadows trace the gentle edge where night begins to bloom.
We do not speak; the silence holds a weight both soft and deep,
A stillness richer than the words we trade before we sleep.
It is not fire that burns us down, nor sudden storms that break,
But how you hold the everyday, the quiet choices made.
A steady hand upon my wrist, the knowing in your eyes,
A shelter built of simple truth that needs no grand disguise.
Yet underneath the calm, a pull a gravity unseen,
That draws the fragments of my mind to where your heart has been.
A sudden ache, a sudden awe, to think that time could pass
And leave this feeling crystalline, unbroken by the glass.
So let the world spin fast outside, let seasons turn to rust,
We’ve found a sanctuary here in patience and in trust.
To love you is to know the shore while swimming in the sea,
Anchored, wild, entirely bound, and finally set free.
While shadows trace the gentle edge where night begins to bloom.
We do not speak; the silence holds a weight both soft and deep,
A stillness richer than the words we trade before we sleep.
It is not fire that burns us down, nor sudden storms that break,
But how you hold the everyday, the quiet choices made.
A steady hand upon my wrist, the knowing in your eyes,
A shelter built of simple truth that needs no grand disguise.
Yet underneath the calm, a pull a gravity unseen,
That draws the fragments of my mind to where your heart has been.
A sudden ache, a sudden awe, to think that time could pass
And leave this feeling crystalline, unbroken by the glass.
So let the world spin fast outside, let seasons turn to rust,
We’ve found a sanctuary here in patience and in trust.
To love you is to know the shore while swimming in the sea,
Anchored, wild, entirely bound, and finally set free.