The Quiet Place Where Souls Are Born

There is a place the daylight keeps,
between the breath and thought—
a hush of earth where silence sleeps
in chambers stars have wrought.

Here every dream begins its climb,
unfolding wings of light;
and shadows, softened by the time,
learn how to love the night.

We walk this place with unseen feet,
with questions in our hands,
until the fragile, fierce, and sweet
becomes what understands.

And when the world feels dark or torn,
remember where you’ve been—
the quiet place where souls are born,
the dawn beneath the skin.