✨

I woke to a silence that carried its own warmth,

love lingering in the air before I moved.

Something warm approached, though nothing touched me,

a tiny shift inside the quiet, like a fond memory.

It felt like a hand teaching me a new rhythm,

matching the quiet stirring rising from within me,

guiding that long-torn part of me

back toward the place where silence first began.

And you say without a word,

Let your pulse meet mine.

In this night of returning light,

where it recalls its greatest promise,

you hold me tight

until I learn to shine.

I walked through streets that glowed with an artificial balm,

the kind that fades when morning starts asking questions.

But at night, beyond the windows, something followed me

not footsteps,

but a warm kindness cutting through the cold air,

as if a breath once lost had circled back

to rest gently on my chest,

quiet as a vow kept through the ages.

And you say without a word,

Let your pulse meet mine.

In this night of returning light,

where it recalls its greatest promise,

you hold me tight

until I learn to shine.

You found me where the world feared me,

where even my name felt like it meant nothing.

Yet you caught the faintest spark in me,

as if lighting a fire in the snow.

No wings, no glint only presence,

a brightness leaning close enough

to teach me how to open to silence,

to teach me how to begin again.

And you say without a word,

Let your pulse meet mine.

In this night of returning light,

where it recalls its greatest promise,

you hold me tight

until I learn to shine.✨