Someone shares your evening light
Unmoved by the worlds restless flight
A breeze drifts through the amber glow
In quiet eyes the soft stars flow
Time brews gently in a silent cup
Past days steeped where tea rose up
The tender voice a whispered one:
Is it cold Is the porridge warm
Someone asks if the porridge is warm
Shielding your soul from silent storm
A humble fire a dreaming flame
A window holds your olden name
Joy and sorrow in flavor spun
The mildest things the truest run
Though paths are steep though days are thin
A single voice can calm within
Not all winds are soft and kind
Not each journey brings your kind
But if theres one who knows your tune
Even lone boats carry the moon
No need for words to fill the air
True presence lives in how we care
Beneath the dusk in quiet eyes
Unspoken love like starlit skies
May your life know steady grace
With someone walking at your pace
Someone to light the midnight room
To steep you tea at mornings bloom
A thousand sails pass by and fade
Yet warm porridge is gently made
You need not speak nor me respond
A glance a meal a world beyond