HER SILENT ARRIVAL

 

Her Silent ArrivalShe comes, a whisper through the velvet dark,
Slipping deep where shadows cloak the soul.
Her presence hums, a spark in winter’s hush,
Soft as the sigh of snow against the heart,
Igniting embers buried in the core.She walks the labyrinth of your fragile mind,
Her steps a cadence, timeless yet unseen.
The frost-etched glass of dawn reveals her form,
A fleeting wraith, her gaze a silver blade,
Carving the weight of moments left to fade.Do not entrust your beating heart to me,
For I am frail, a reed in tempests swayed.
Her motives drift, like mist on morning tides,
Unspoken truths beneath her quiet grace,
A tide of secrets time will not erase.I dare not hold the starlight of her soul,
Its fleeting glow a comet’s tender scar.
The winter sky, vast and unyielding, calls,
Her airless form dissolves in icy air,
A dream too vast for mortal hands to bear.Yet still she lingers, ghost of what could be,
Her breath a chill that stirs the heart’s old wounds.
I long to trust, though fear binds tight my chest,
For love, like stars, burns bright, then fades to dust,