The Light is Warm

The Light Is Warm

The light comes in without a sound,
It touches softly, spreads around.
Across the bed, along the floor,
It doesn’t knock. It needs no door.

It climbs the walls, it warms the air,
It settles gently everywhere.
It doesn't fix the things we hide,
But makes them softer, from inside.

The weight we carried yesterday
Feels just a little far away.
No sudden change, no grand repair—
Just quiet light that finds you there.

It doesn't ask for you to shine,
Or meet some mark, or cross a line.
It only says, in golden hue:
You’re here. You’re safe. The day is new