\"of Silences\"
...for Tobani / Nataiella
Beyond the flicker of half-lit screens—
where your valued verses thread through darkness,
I trace each tremour of solitude,
charting your battlegrounds in midnight constellations.
In the hush where voices mount their nightly siege,
I hear your rhymes like distant lighthouses—
casting hope across the swell of shared despair,
guiding old souls back into harbour.
Your voice, a cadence of sorrow and stubborn peace,
unfolds its ritual in rhyme’s steady heartbeat,
weaving forgiveness into the ragged edges
of every bruise memory ever left behind.
So here’s a stubby torch for our analogue dusk:
a beacon against the void of silent rooms,
where paper’s echo meets pixel’s glow,
and mateship becomes the compass of our verse.
To Tobani / Nataiella, whose Poetic Licence frees the caged,
may our maps of grief and grace
sketch new courses through the black night—
where every silent voice finds its welcome.
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