We sit awake,
still in the hush between night and dawn,
while the world outside
lingers in dreams.
From the light of your face,
my being glows—
a soft breath, a veil
woven into the dark.
No need for words,
silence speaks.
With the stir of waking birds,
it finds its voice.
Golden morning rays
spill across your skin,
the eternal sun's radiance
dancing in its gleam.
I behold—
days passed, moments yet to unfold.
A thousand hymns of Truth
pulse within my heart.
The love of Truth makes no sound,
asks for no praise.
It lives in the very breath
that gives us life.
A flame has burned
since the first dawn—
Let us sit in its light,
cradled in silence.
From eternity's dawn to forever's dusk,
let us cling to peace.
Plant it deep in the heart,
let it sink into the soul.
Knowing you are near,
carrying your songs—
we kindle the lamps of serenity
upon the strings of silence.
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