Your hands reached through a trembling world of gold
Holding the fragile dreams I used to fold
Time slowed to listen to the sparks you gave
And shadows softened where your fingers waved
Nightfall lowered curtains rich and deep
Guarding the warmth those glowing moments keep
Every hush beneath the drifting skies
Felt like a secret blooming in your eyes
Lanterns swayed along the river bend
Guiding the path where souls begin to mend
Every ripple hummed a sacred tune
Knitting two wanderers beneath the moon
Soft as a blessing carved from distant lands
My heart keeps resting inside your starlit hands
Where every tremor finds its gentle place—
Where love turns gravity into grace