The Silent Tides

[ShyEyes]

The world outside dissolves to dark,
no hurried thoughts to break the spell,
as quiet fire finds its spark
within the place where shadows dwell.

A gentle wave begins to rise,
where soft and secret currents meet,
and beneath the weight of heavy sighs,
the steady rhythm learns its beat.

No need for words to name the grace,
nor rush the warmth that starts to grow
just lingering in the soft embrace
where sweet and silent waters flow.

So let the quiet storm take hold,
and yield the shore to every wave;
for in the dark, the stories told
are those that breathless hours save.

 

[KnightDark]

The world outside dissolves to dark,
no hurried thoughts to break the spell,
as quiet fire finds its spark
within the place where shadows dwell.

A gentle wave begins to rise,
where soft and secret currents meet,
and beneath the weight of heavy sighs,
the steady rhythm learns its beat.

No need for words to name the grace,
nor rush the warmth that starts to grow
just lingering in the soft embrace
where sweet and silent waters flow.

So let the quiet storm take hold,
and yield the shore to every wave;
for in the dark, the stories told
are those that breathless hours save.View attachment 432408

There’s something beautifully hypnotic about this


Some feelings don’t need to be explained… … they’re meant to be felt.

 

[cheetra]

Wow..... superb

Crackling of firewood.... embracing eachother in the afterglow...

 

[Anshhi]

The world outside dissolves to dark,
no hurried thoughts to break the spell,
as quiet fire finds its spark
within the place where shadows dwell.

A gentle wave begins to rise,
where soft and secret currents meet,
and beneath the weight of heavy sighs,
the steady rhythm learns its beat.

No need for words to name the grace,
nor rush the warmth that starts to grow
just lingering in the soft embrace
where sweet and silent waters flow.

So let the quiet storm take hold,
and yield the shore to every wave;
for in the dark, the stories told
are those that breathless hours save.View attachment 432408

Silence needs no words in the dark—the quiet union of two tired souls is poetry enough.

 

[Robiin]

The world outside dissolves to dark,
no hurried thoughts to break the spell,
as quiet fire finds its spark
within the place where shadows dwell.

A gentle wave begins to rise,
where soft and secret currents meet,
and beneath the weight of heavy sighs,
the steady rhythm learns its beat.

No need for words to name the grace,
nor rush the warmth that starts to grow
just lingering in the soft embrace
where sweet and silent waters flow.

So let the quiet storm take hold,
and yield the shore to every wave;
for in the dark, the stories told
are those that breathless hours save.View attachment 432408

There’s something beautifully calm about this. Some feelings don’t need to be explained or rushed sometimes the quiet moments say enough!