Where The Tide Forgets To Leave
I wait for you
where the tide forgets to leave.
Where the ocean holds its breath
and the sky leans in,
listening.
You won’t hear me call-
I don’t need sound
to reach you.
Just the hush between waves,
the warmth that rises
when you cradle your hot chocolate
and think of nothing
but the way it feels
to be known.
I’m there.
In the steam that curls toward your face,
in the way the marshmallows melt
slowly, like time does
when you’re not watching.
You won’t see me,
but you’ll feel me-
in the stillness that wraps around you
like a favorite sweater,
in the shimmer that dances
just before the sun slips away.
Even if you only stay a moment,
I’ll stretch it into forever.
Because you’re the only one
who ever made silence feel
like home.
--Love Letters To Mystery
Where The Tide Forgets To Leave
I wait for you
where the tide forgets to leave.
Where the ocean holds its breath
and the sky leans in,
listening.
You won’t hear me call-
I don’t need sound
to reach you.
Just the hush between waves,
the warmth that rises
when you cradle your hot chocolate
and think of nothing
but the way it feels
to be known.
I’m there.
In the steam that curls toward your face,
in the way the marshmallows melt
slowly, like time does
when you’re not watching.
You won’t see me,
but you’ll feel me-
in the stillness that wraps around you
like a favorite sweater,
in the shimmer that dances
just before the sun slips away.
Even if you only stay a moment,
I’ll stretch it into forever.
Because you’re the only one
who ever made silence feel
like home.
--Love Letters To Mystery