Photo by Kain Kalju
Who does not feel small
in a universe
basked in starlight?
Like faithless pilgrims
we trudge
the road alone
We turn towards the shrill
ensnared by the quest
for riches and popularity
Forgetting serenity
is the pauses
between breaths
Progressless march
halted at our last breath
or before – as luck would have it
Divine coincidence
to have been found by you
the day it rained indoors
A rock in the ocean
a lifeboat, a lighthouse
my religion
Tangible love
that warms our bodies
and builds temples from dust
We fit together
like two silver spoons
moulded as one
Through him I remember
the joy of cat stretches
when the day sits heavily
He finds the faith
I have lost, tethers me
when the storm rages
Is there anything
more beautiful
than quiet strength?
Should the universe
be unforgiving and
your passions crumble
Remember out there
is a rock
all of your own
A silent supporter
a warm hand
belief that outlasts your own
And walk into the night
cloaked in calm
knowing that you are loved