A Soft Silent Night

 The day I called you to the old tree’s shade,

where our first hello was softly laid,

and I, spellbound, could barely speak,

like a dove wrapped in silken sleek.

I shuddered at the sight of you,

a dove draped in silk’s soft hue.

With each falling moment, I draw near,

to glimpse the soul veiled in dark blue spheres.

You knew what was to follow soon,

a racing heart, restless as the moon.

As our hearts drew closer,

your touch set the world in motion.

Making the world spin faster, like a storm's swift flight,

I begged for stillness, your touch to calm the open night.

Then you touched this poor soul’s heart,

with your cold, frail hand,

and in that moment, time stood still—

a frozen breath, a pause so grand.

Looking into your eyes, I fell deeper still,

drawn toward your heart, against my will.

As we gazed at the sky, watching stars align,

we wondered what force had made our hearts entwine.

If only this moment could last a little longer,

to catch your fading smile, forever stronger.

Was a kiss to my forehead your silent goodbye,

as you knew we’d never meet again—

then why push me to the deepest abyss,

where love fades and shadows begin?

Every day, I remember your warm embrace,

a hand so cold and frail, yet full of grace.

I long for that moment to return,

but life moves on, lessons to learn.

Without your breath, without mine,

I wait still, as the stars realign.

At the foot of that old tree, I stand,

where it all began, at your gentle hand.