The Silence Between Stars

In the hush where night unravels,

I carry the weight of unsung prayers,

words slipping like silver dust

through the fingers of forgotten time.

Your name rises—

not in thunder,

but in the gentle ache of wind

that bends the trees without breaking them.

I have searched the silence

between stars,

where light travels for centuries

only to arrive as a whisper.

If love were less fragile,

perhaps it would carve mountains,

but instead—

it blooms in hidden places:

a tremble in the throat,

a warmth in the hollow chest,

a fragile seed daring

to split stone.

And so I wait—

not for destiny,

but for the moment

when your shadow

meets my shadow,

and both dissolve

into dawn.