Soft wind brushes a softened leaf
Calm extracts every trace of grief
Every gaze you allow to hold
Turns a fleeting moment into gold
Streetlights bloom in a muted stream
Neon hums like a distant dream
Eyes grow warm in your gentle fold
Learning the worth of what can’t be sold
Hands touch life in a quiet mold
Shadows soften before they’re told
Soul gains weight in your mindful hold—
Everything changes the way it’s beholding
Time bows low to your spirit bold
Skies reflect what your heart foretold
World becomes art in stories retold—
Life shines bright where you turn it gold