Words have faded, the world is asleep,
Only the moonlight, the secrets we keep.
I’m not searching for answers, I’m not in a rush,
Just breathing this moment, in a velvet hush.
In my hands, I cradle the silence,
Like a fragile gift, a light in the dark.
In this stillness, I feel your presence,
Where the heart beats slow, leaving its mark.
No more stages, just this pure sound,
Feeling your warmth, rising from the ground.
We’re in an ocean of perfect peace,
Where the heaven and earth finally meet.
Can you hear it?
The silence is singing...
Every breath is a flight, every soul is beginning.
Cradling... the silence...
In my hands...
The Other Side of Depth
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