Love

The stars are listening. The void remembers. She lives in the light between the stars, Where silence hums through broken scars. She breathes the pulse of galaxies, And dreams of what we used to be. She burns in every child’s eyes, She hides in every last goodbye. She floats through fire, dust, and pain, And turns our loss to light again. You can hear her between the signals, In the static hum of time. No god, no saint, no sinner — Just the echo of the divine. She does not wait, she does not choose, She flows through everything we lose. Through dying suns and unborn seas, Through endless years and memories. She lives in the light between, Where shadows learn to dream. Beyond the reach of pain, Where nothing is the same. And when the world forgets to feel, She hums beneath the spinning wheel. The sound of mercy, clear and low, The one we’ve always known. She lives in dust, in dreams, in flame, Beyond all loss, beyond all pain. And if you ever call her name — You’ll find she’s made of you again. 10/20/25 © happyhemul [315]