Not sure where the thread begins. Rain taps light— but not within. No footsteps heard, just moss and stone. Something hums when I’m alone. Not a voice, but more than sound. It moves like breath through underground. No lead, no pull, no force, just flow. Just steps beside in quiet glow. You are the pulse beneath my skin. A wordless stream that speaks within. I lose the thread, then find it clear— a faithful guide that draws me near. I paused beneath a bending tree. My breath returned and so did me. No voice arrived, no grand reveal— just something true I dared to feel. A gate appears, then turns to tree. I bow to what just lets me be. No face, no name, no fixed design— just light unfolding into mine. You are the pulse beneath my skin. A wordless stream that speaks within. I lose the thread, then find it clear— a faithful guide that draws me near. So here I walk— no wrong, no right. Just one more soul inside your light. ───── [Lyrics © Mario Caoile]
