Zwischen Farben

We were taught  to name things clearly:      this is love  and      this is not. But life speaks softer—      in shades,      in pauses,      in feelings that do not ask  to be decided. Yes,  there is a way between—  felt by the heart      before thoughts arrive.

 I found within myself       a quiet, hidden grace,      a brightness long asleep,           without a name or place. Once veiled beneath the noise, it slowly came to light— A beauty always present,  now rising into sight. (Because of you)

Music slips inside ... Music slips inside,    soft and steady— paintings follow,    framed and near; And my chest lights up,   still burning   with a quiet fire I never learned to name.

I wait for winter’s tender hush... I wait for winter’s tender hush, for snow to hide me from the world; I’ll drink my cocoa, faint and warm, and watch the pale, unending day. I’ll write to ghost who never write, and read of love that fade away— while silence fills the little house, and time just slowly melts away.