wear the ache of things unsaid—
they press like palms
against the thinning glass of thought.
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In the Stillness Where You Reign

What are you, but the psalm of my orbit—
a flame that kindled my shadowed shape,
your name, a sonnet sewn in the seams
of every ebb I trace with ache.

You pulse in the silence between my thoughts,
a reverie cast in obsidian lore,
each sigh I breathe is a vow to remain
where your light once held me before.

The cosmos conspires in silent ballet—
I see you in suns, in moons that fray,
in the vestige glows of vanished days
where we met without decay.

You dwell in the rapture of unmapped night,
a myth the stars dare not defy,
and I, a seeker of your divine recurrence,
walk deserts stitched to sky.

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Echoes of emptiness don’t fade,
they turn into rooms
where we learn to live,
windowsless,
but lit from the inside
by the questions
we no longer ask aloud.
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All my colors blur—
one blaze, one breath, one being.
Stillness learns to burn.
The rainbow in my reflection
is where all my selves return.
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Thread by silent thread,
I mend what the hours unravel—
Time’s breath on my neck,
stitching the pages of my
story with borrowed stillness.
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Eyes melt silence;
Love flickers where
ache once lingered.

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No scream, no trumpet;
this light is not mine to hold—
but I house it still.
To vanish for love of glow—
is that not a holy thing?
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•When Thought Learns to Fly•

What is caged but dust?
Not the will to see anew.
Mind’s eye never dims.
The wings of my imagination
remake night into bright breath.
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Where Petals Pause

Shy glance—
a bud withdrawn,
cradling the sun’s soft breath,
rooted in silence, learning light—
she blooms.

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