Hush Beneath the Sky

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedIf one dares to see the truth,
it is hidden in the hush beneath the quiet.
Where a note lands.
Where two eyes meet.
Somewhere public becomes private.

When you grabbed my hand on the dance floor,
I flinched as though I heard a voice.
When you gave me a spin,
I saw the source,
your eyes whispered the melody.

I was fascinated by the life you breathe,
the way your colours hushed the sky.
I found myself bathing
in a rainbow falling from a waterfall,
and our souls began to speak.
Billions of stars appeared under a closed sky
to honour the dialect where a note lands
exactly where we need it.

Now and evermore,
none of the goodbyes
will arrive with an ending,
because you and I
match each other’s crazy.
We come from the same breed.

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With love always,

imi 🤍

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