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.