MINGLED WITH THE SILENCE

 MINGLED WITH THE SILENCE

I’ll pause the world, let seconds bend,

A fragile stillness I can’t defend,

I’m the blank slate, you’re the artist’s hand,

Stroking hues that bleed and blend.  

You chase her through shadowed streets,

A fleeting muse with a hollow tune,

Her promises falter, her blame completes,

While I wait beneath a fractured moon.  

She’s the siren call of a city’s pulse,

Concrete veins and electric hum,

A labyrinth where dreams convulse,

Her glow deceives, leaves you numb.  

Yet I’ll cherish you through the haze,

No words to beg, no need to plead,

My heart stays firm, though you gaze,

At a mirage I’ll never concede.  

Shield your eyes from the storm’s descent,

Tell me how we’ll heal what’s torn,

Specters rise, their whispers bent,

I’ll guard you from the dread unborn.  

In the silence, doubt slips through,

A fragile thread, a fleeting fear,

Will this love hold strong and true?

Still, I’ll rise, keep you near.  

Recall the night we first collided,

Beneath a sky of steel and gleam,

You swore we’d never be divided,

Now that vow’s a fading dream.  

She’s the neon flare that blinds your sight,

A tower of steel, a fleeting thrill,

But I’m the ember burning bright,

Steady warmth against her chill.  

I’ll hold you dear, fierce and bold,

No regrets to mend, no debts to pay,

Through years that tarnish, turn to gold,

I’ll stand where others fall away.  

In this sprawl of iron and stone,

Where doubts like avalanches roar,

I’ll be the roots beneath your throne,

The love that time can’t ignore.  

And if you drift, if you roam,

My soul remains, unbowed, unmade,

You’re carved within my every home,