of silences

"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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