Skip to main content

Threads of Light

 Threads of Light

Beneath the waking stretch of sky,
Where morning spills its gentle sigh,
I wander through the quiet air,
And feel your presence everywhere.

The trees lean softly, leaves in dance,
Each one a note in nature’s trance.
The river hums a silver tune,
Reflecting sun, reflecting moon.

I think of days we laughed and ran,
Through fields untouched by any plan.
Your hand in mine, a tethered flight,
Two souls igniting morning light.

The wind whispers stories of the past,
Of moments fleeting, meant to last.
Each echo lingers in my mind,
A tapestry of threads entwined.

There’s magic in the smallest things,
The way a bird takes sudden wings,
Or sunlight glints on dewy grass,
Or fleeting shadows slowly pass.

I love the quiet in your gaze,
The way it clears life’s cloudy haze.
A single glance, a fleeting smile,
Turns ordinary into something worthwhile.

Through storms that crash, through nights of fear,
Your voice remains my compass clear.
A gentle anchor, steady, strong,
A lighthouse shining all night long.

We’ve shared our dreams beneath the moon,
Played with wishes that drifted too soon.
We’ve chased the dawn through streets untamed,
And left our footprints unashamed.

The laughter shared, the tears we’ve known,
Have carved a path that’s ours alone.
Not grandeur, riches, or fleeting fame,
But quiet love that still remains.

I love your laughter, unrestrained,
Your spirit free, unconstrained.
I love the softness in your tone,
The tender way you make it known.

Through seasons shifting, time will glide,
Through fleeting hours, side by side.
Each moment captured, each glance held tight,
A spark that warms the darkest night.

Even in silence, even in thought,
I find your presence, gently caught.
A whisper, a breath, a fleeting trace,
A quiet haven, a sacred space.

We gather memories like scattered seeds,
Nurtured slowly through acts and deeds.
Each one a treasure, small, profound,
A note of love, a soothing sound.

I love you in the morning hush,
When dew still clings to every brush.
I love you in the evening glow,
In sunsets soft, in rivers’ flow.

Through all of life’s uncertain tides,
Through gentle winds and rolling rides,
I hold your hand, I walk with you,
A constant path, steadfast and true.

No poem could capture fully the weight,
Of love that lingers, delicate, innate.
It bends and sways, it flows, it grows,
A river deep, where passion flows.

And when the night returns to day,
And fleeting dreams drift far away,
I’ll still find you in every light,
In every shadow, in every sight.

For love is more than flame or fire,
It is the quiet, endless choir.
A song that carries through the years,
Through whispered joys, through unseen tears.

So let us walk, through dusk and dawn,
Through gentle rain, through fields of fawn.
With every step, with every sigh,
Our hearts will echo, you and I.

And when the world is hushed and still,
When night descends on valley, hill,
I’ll find your hand, I’ll feel your heart,
A love unbroken, never to part.

Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

In the Quiet of You

  In the Quiet of You I. Before the world awakens, I feel you. Not as a shadow, not as a memory, but as a pulse beneath my ribs, a quiet insistence that bends the morning light into the curve of your smile. Even in absence, you are present— a rhythm that hums through empty streets, through the hush of my breath, through the spaces where thought becomes longing. II. Love is not always fire. Sometimes it is the hush of wind in an empty room, the slow bloom of sunlight over ordinary things, the way a smile can hold the weight of an entire universe. You are that light— gentle, unassuming, inevitable— folding into every ordinary moment and making it sacred. I have traced the edges of your laughter like constellations that only I can read, and in each curve, each pause, I find the echo of eternity. III. I remember the first time our hands brushed— so ordinary, so fleeting, and yet, for a heartbeat, the world shifted. I traced the lines of your palm...
Post a Comment
Read more

Beneath the Quiet Sky

  Beneath the Quiet Sky Beneath the quiet sky of dawn, Where shadows fade and light is drawn, I wander through the waking day, And feel your presence lighting my way. The trees lean low, their branches sway, Dancing to the tune of a new-born day. The river hums a silver song, Carrying whispers the whole day long. I think of laughter, bright and free, Moments of joy you’ve shared with me. The touch of hands, the stolen glance, A world transformed in simple chance. There’s magic in the smallest things, The flutter of birds, the brush of wings. The dewdrops clinging to the grass, The fleeting shadows that slowly pass. I love the way your eyes can speak, Of hidden worlds, of wonders unique. A glance, a smile, a gentle nod, A bridge between the heart and God. Through stormy nights and restless seas, You’ve been my anchor, my gentle ease. A steady flame when the world is cold, A hand to hold, a warmth to hold. We’ve wandered through streets, both old and new, Ch...
Post a Comment
Read more

Echoes of the Hidden Dawn

  Echoes of the Hidden Dawn There is a place where silence speaks, Where morning folds itself into the arms of the earth, And the dew clings to blades of grass Like tiny lanterns waiting for a hand to cradle them. I walk there in the stillness, Each step a question whispered to the wind, And the wind responds softly, Carrying the scent of moss and rain-washed stones. The river moves with deliberate patience, Its surface catching fragments of the sky, Fragments of clouds that wander like travelers, Lost and yet full of purpose. I lean close, listening to its secrets, Stories of stones worn smooth by time, Of roots dipping their fingers into hidden currents, Of rain that falls unseen but never forgotten. In the forest, the trees sway with a quiet rhythm, Branches brushing against one another Like hands in a prayer unspoken. I imagine they have seen everything— The laughter of children in summer, The sorrow of leaves falling in autumn, The relentless hush of win...
Post a Comment
Read more