The First Bloom x Bloom In These Bones - Nocturne (Mashup)

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[INTRO – SPOKEN, NEAR SILENCE]  
I am not blooming loudly now  
I am rooting  
The light has gone inward  
The body remembers how to wait

I walked out of the MidNight blue  
With silver smoke and winter through  
A candle heart, a velvet seam  
A hush still clinging to the dream

These bones are quiet  
But they are not empty  
This flesh is listening  
Learning new shapes

[VERSE]  
I wore the watch, I knew the cold  
I kept the dark like something gold  
I learned the shape of waiting still  
The holy ache, the patient will

I used to rise with the sun on my shoulders  
Gold in my skin, fire in my name  
Now I gather myself like a cloak  
Learning the weight of staying

[PRE-CHORUS – CALL & RESPONSE]  
Then rain laid soft against the glass  
And something in me came to pass  
No thunder called, no heavens tore  
The bloom was waiting at the door

They said keep shining  
(I said I’m tired)  
They said stay visible  
(I chose the dark)  
Not as a hiding  
But as a harbor

[CHORUS – A OVER B]  
It had taught me discernment  
It had taught me to see  
That not every shimmer is shelter  
Not every light is for me

I bloom in these bones  
Even here, even slow  
Under wool and long nights  
Under frost, under no

Some Baubles only glitter  
Then vanish with the storm  
While others become Spellbones  
And call me into form

No witness but breath  
No altar but home  
I am still becoming  
I bloom in these bones

[VERSE – B OVER A]  
I have worn the stage  
I have worn the gaze  
I have carried the echo  
Of brighter days

The Mirror stirred, the Sphere grew clear  
The Veil grew thin, the path drew near  
I crossed with coffee, rain, and breath  
Out from the winter-watch of death

Now I set the mask down  
By the door, by the fire  
I am not disappearing  
I am tending the choir

No violent hand split frost apart  
No banner came to seize the heart  
Just softened green beneath the seam  
A ferry gliding through a dream

[PRE-CHORUS – WOVEN]  
And all the quiet things I knew  
Began to speak as if made new  
The cloth, the steam, the silver spoon  
Were little altars dressed for bloom

Where the stories soften  
And the truth grows old  
No rush, no proving  
No crown, no throne  
Just breath and time  
And these faithful bones

[BRIDGE – SPOKEN / HALF-SUNG]  
This is for the woman  
Who stopped explaining  
Who closed the curtain  
Not in shame, but care

I do not leave the vigil behind  
I carry its lantern into springtime  
I do not break what winter knew  
I bring its silver into dew

This is for the body  
After the harvest  
After the hunger  
After the stare

And now I bless what stays and sings  
The rooted truth in growing things  
What glitters may not lead me home  
But what is living calls me on

Let me rest inside you  
Let me learn your weather  
Let me stay  
Let me stay

[FINAL CHORUS – LIFT]  
It had taught me discernment  
It had taught me to see  
That not every shimmer is shelter  
Not every light is for me

I bloom in these bones  
In the dark, in the fold  
The winter knows my name  
And I am held, I am home

Some Baubles only glitter  
Like frost beneath the sun  
While others become Spellbones  
And name what I’ve become

The First Bloom was not spectacle  
It was not a trumpet cry  
I bloom in these bones, not loud, not alone  
It was the earth remembering  
How to open from inside

[OUTRO – SPOKEN]  
So I stepped out of MidNight Vigil  
With rainlight on my skin  
Blooming is not always expansion  
Sometimes it is endurance  
I crossed the Velvet Threshold  
Where the blooming could begin  
Sometimes it is choosing not to perform the spring  
Before it arrives,  
And still,  
I bloom in these bones.

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[INTRO – SPOKEN, NEAR SILENCE] I am not blooming loudly now I am rooting The light has gone inward The body remembers how to wait I walked out of the MidNight blue With silver smoke and winter through A candle heart, a velvet seam A hush still clinging to the dream These bones are quiet But they are not empty This flesh is listening Learning new shapes [VERSE] I wore the watch, I knew the cold I kept the dark like something gold I learned the shape of waiting still The holy ache, the patient will I used to rise with the sun on my shoulders Gold in my skin, fire in my name Now I gather myself like a cloak Learning the weight of staying [PRE-CHORUS – CALL & RESPONSE] Then rain laid soft against the glass And something in me came to pass No thunder called, no heavens tore The bloom was waiting at the door They said keep shining (I said I’m tired) They said stay visible (I chose the dark) Not as a hiding But as a harbor [CHORUS – A OVER B] It had taught me discernment It had taught me to see That not every shimmer is shelter Not every light is for me I bloom in these bones Even here, even slow Under wool and long nights Under frost, under no Some Baubles only glitter Then vanish with the storm While others become Spellbones And call me into form No witness but breath No altar but home I am still becoming I bloom in these bones [VERSE – B OVER A] I have worn the stage I have worn the gaze I have carried the echo Of brighter days The Mirror stirred, the Sphere grew clear The Veil grew thin, the path drew near I crossed with coffee, rain, and breath Out from the winter-watch of death Now I set the mask down By the door, by the fire I am not disappearing I am tending the choir No violent hand split frost apart No banner came to seize the heart Just softened green beneath the seam A ferry gliding through a dream [PRE-CHORUS – WOVEN] And all the quiet things I knew Began to speak as if made new The cloth, the steam, the silver spoon Were little altars dressed for bloom Where the stories soften And the truth grows old No rush, no proving No crown, no throne Just breath and time And these faithful bones [BRIDGE – SPOKEN / HALF-SUNG] This is for the woman Who stopped explaining Who closed the curtain Not in shame, but care I do not leave the vigil behind I carry its lantern into springtime I do not break what winter knew I bring its silver into dew This is for the body After the harvest After the hunger After the stare And now I bless what stays and sings The rooted truth in growing things What glitters may not lead me home But what is living calls me on Let me rest inside you Let me learn your weather Let me stay Let me stay [FINAL CHORUS – LIFT] It had taught me discernment It had taught me to see That not every shimmer is shelter Not every light is for me I bloom in these bones In the dark, in the fold The winter knows my name And I am held, I am home Some Baubles only glitter Like frost beneath the sun While others become Spellbones And name what I’ve become The First Bloom was not spectacle It was not a trumpet cry I bloom in these bones, not loud, not alone It was the earth remembering How to open from inside [OUTRO – SPOKEN] So I stepped out of MidNight Vigil With rainlight on my skin Blooming is not always expansion Sometimes it is endurance I crossed the Velvet Threshold Where the blooming could begin Sometimes it is choosing not to perform the spring Before it arrives, And still, I bloom in these bones.

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