I carry a stone suspended in the sky,

you touch a flower untouched by worry.

Time is an ice cube melting in my palms,

and you are a melody never sung.

My face lost in cracked mirrors,

Learned to dance with my own silence.

The universe slips away in the curve of your gaze,

Words are not enough, but my heart tells the story.

My footsteps leave invisible traces,

Burning in water, blooming like flowers on stone.

With every breath I draw a new sky,

And you are always there, without saying your name.

On the edge of a fire that does not rise from ashes,

I call out to you from within a dream.

You are the first line of an unwritten book,

And I wait for that page my whole life.