You were born in the breath after sunset— In the hush I cradle beneath silver veils. Not in the full bloom of night, nor in fading light, But in the seam I guard, Where his warmth could not linger.
You are the shimmer I reflect in tide and tear, The quiet I hear when stars lean near. He calls like thunder— I listen in stillness— Yet we always pass, Each orbit missing by a breath.
The Duskchime sings in your silence, A rhythm I feel in your gaze. You are the thread of maybe, The echo of what was almost.
If I could rise faster, Perhaps your light would stay. If he could pause longer, Perhaps you would not fade.
But you are a flicker— Moving just beyond my reach, Between goodbye and beginning, The one I can only dream to meet. #thought