The Velvet Tear

I scaled the dark where silence sings,

past anchored moons and heavy things,

to reach the seam where light turns thin,

and press my fingers to the skin.

I’ll tear the velvet wide and deep,

to find the secrets stars would keep,

and read the ink of “meant to be”

carved into cold infinity.

But if the script feels small or strange,

I hold the strike, I hold the change,

I’ll wash the ancient parchment clean,

And find the peace in what I mean.

With starlit dust

and newfound grace,

I’ll write a home

in empty space.

I reached for stars to change the line,

But here you stand, both strange and mine.

I see the maps of all we are,

A thousand lives in every star.

In one, we sail a sea of glass.

In one, we watch the eons pass.

And every pulse of light I see,

is just my ghost loving you endlessly.

So why, in this one breath we share,

Is my true heart a weight you cannot bear?

Of all the worlds where our souls wove,

why is this the one where you doubt my love?

I’ll climb back up to that velvet tear

and pull us from the freezing air.

If you cannot see what I know is true,

I’ll bring the galaxies down to you.

I’ll take the ink from the worlds that shone,

where your hand was steady within my own,

And bleed it into this narrow space,

until you recognize my face.

If this version of us is a broken thing,

I’ll stitch the light to the heart I bring.

I’ll rewrite the doubt until it dies,

and match the truth to what’s in your eyes.

We are more than the silence

of one single life –

I’ll mend the world

with the stars for a knife.