PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

In your light, I unlearn the dark,

its stiffened tongue, its cold resolve.

And I find instead a language made,

of warmth, of wind, of soft dissolves.

Love arrives not like thunder shouts,

but like a candle's trembling vow.

I feel it flickering against my ribs,

teaching my silence how.

In your beauty, verses form,

not sculpted, not conceived by mind.

But breathed, like morning on the rose,

a hush that petals leave behind.

Your grace makes metaphors collapse;

No simile can ever hold your flame.

Instead, I ink the hush between

your heartbeat and my name.

You dance inside my chest, unseen,

no witness, save this thrum I know.

A pulse of presence so profound,

it makes the blood inside me slow.

I do not speak to you, still you move,

a swirl behind my every sigh.

And when I glimpse you, rare and true,

a sacred star falls through my sky.

That sight becomes this trembling art,

not mine, but merely channelled breath.

A prayer-shaped hush, a flame-writ line,

that dares to love beyond all death.

You are the muse, the moon, the sea,

the silence in the shell I chart.

And in the unseen, you shape my song,

where deep in your being, I become art.