A quiet heart, once wrapped in night,
Now wide awake to morning light,
The world, once distant, draws so near,
And every breath feels bright and clear.
The wind now sings, the earth feels new,
With every step, the sky breaks through,
The pulse of life beats in my chest,
A rhythm calling me to rest.
No longer numb, I feel the air,
The weight of time, I do not care.
For in this place of wild rebirth,
I've found the spark that heals the earth.
The shadows fade, the colors bloom,
What once was quiet fills the room,
And now, alive, I see the way
That joy can find me every day.
In every moment, there's a flame,
A whispering of life's sweet name.
To be alive, to breathe again,
Is more than just the absence of pain.
The heartbeat of the world is mine,
A melody of love divine,
For now I see, with open eyes,
Life's beauty found in every rise.
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Between Notes and Tacenda: The Prose of Life
PoetryIn the spaces between our spoken words and the silence that follows, life unfolds a tapestry woven from the notes we play and the tacenda we carry. For Tina, my anchor in this sea of words.
