Forgiveness does not arrive with thunder, nor does it seek to be seen.
It enters quietly, like mist upon a still lake at first light,
gathering in the hush where sorrow once settled,
softening the edges of what was once unyielding.
It does not contend with memory,
nor ask that pain be erased.
Instead, it moves beneath the surface of understanding,
loosening what has long been held,
and offering—without urgency—
a gentler way of remembering.
Like a dove in the cleft of rocks
tranquilly enveloped
suffocated
with a slumber
assuaged by silence
beneath the breath
of crescent glow.
Catch her
Save her
Treasure her
you whom her soul desires
and let her be freed.
•
Flames softening a heart of stone
fading away each zealous stream.
A spirit dulled through nights of black
blossoms stars from a faerie dream.
A soul once dampened by frigid tears
warmed by a love now found.
Mangled wings bound by the sun
now airily flitter upon the clouds.
Drifting through the sands of time,
celestial burning suffuse the night.
The sweetness of the morning dew
caress my heart with wondrous light.
Your grace, beauty, and wisdom great
have seized my heart in awe unbound,
The earth, now below us, faint-
how sublime it is, this love we’ve found.
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