harrycane287
Wellknown Ace
In silent halls where shadows learn to bend,
I walked among the ghosts of unsaid prayer,
Where solitude was both my court and end,
A crown of frost upon the quiet air.
Yet through the velvet gloom of inner night,
A sudden tremble stirr’d the dormant stone
Not as a flame that blinds the fragile sight,
But as a light that makes the darkness known.
For what is love, if not the quiet grace
That seeks the distant spark within the deep?
It does not break the solitary space,
It wakes the beauty that the silence keeps.
Two lonely stars that tread the endless sea,
Apart in space, yet bound in symmetry.
I walked among the ghosts of unsaid prayer,
Where solitude was both my court and end,
A crown of frost upon the quiet air.
Yet through the velvet gloom of inner night,
A sudden tremble stirr’d the dormant stone
Not as a flame that blinds the fragile sight,
But as a light that makes the darkness known.
For what is love, if not the quiet grace
That seeks the distant spark within the deep?
It does not break the solitary space,
It wakes the beauty that the silence keeps.
Two lonely stars that tread the endless sea,
Apart in space, yet bound in symmetry.
