Before I Say Good Night
One more thing
before I finally say good night:
to you, who carries poetry
not in the hand that writes,
but in the heart that listens.
You, who sees the weight of a word,
the music in a line,
the way a verse can unfold
like petals beneath the sun.
Your love for it is a quiet art,
a gift of seeing, of feeling,
of letting the words live
in the spaces they were meant to fill.
And yet, you found something in my lines,
something worth your pause,
your thought,
your kindness.
For that, I owe you more
than these simple words can ever say.
Good night,
to the one who breathes life into poetry
simply by loving it,
to the one whose quiet admiration
gives meaning to the lines I create.
May your dreams carry the beauty
you see so effortlessly in this world.
And may your heart,
when in the morning you rise,
feel the kindness you have given mine.
