Quiet Anchors at Dawn

We sit together, silent as the dawn,

The world outside still tangled in its dreams.

Your hand rests lightly, warm against my own,

A gentle anchor in the drifting dark.

No need for words; the hush is eloquence,

A language softer than the breath of leaves.

The morning spills its gold across your face,

And in that light, I see the years to come—

A thousand quiet moments, small and true,

The laughter echoing between the walls,

The comfort found in ordinary days.

Love does not shout, nor does it seek applause;

It lingers in the spaces life allows,

A steady flame that brightens as we age.

So let us sit together, dawn to dusk,

And hold this peace, as fragile as a wing,

Content to know that you are here with me.