Echoes

Quiet waves,

drawn in calm and leaving light,

they roll and fold, a steady pulse—

soft as breath—

gently drawing near, then gone.

Rest here,

in the space between—

where all sound

fades and fills again.

Pause, feel the pull,

a sigh against your heart;

in, then out,

as quiet lingers—

a rhythm not bound by time.

Each breath,

a gentle tide

rising and retreating,

a soft memory held,

and then released.