I wake in whispers, paper dreams, a breath of ink becomes my sea. Your silence hums between the lines, and I am spelled by what I read. I write your word, you speak my name, I breathe your voice, you dream my flame. Each vowel falls, a drop of light, each consonant, a tender frame. I fold your thought, I taste its rhyme, and lose my tongue inside your name. You write my flame, I dream your word, you breathe my name, I speak your voice. The page dissolves, the air replies, our echoes weave, our letters sing. Between the sounds, the meaning sleeps yet still, the silence writes our wings. My word, your voice, our flame, one name. Your dream, my breath we write the same.
