kalvin dot life

You are the beauty in the curve of a silk dress. A batted eyelash. A falling petal.
I hear you in every soft lyric sung. Every quiet sigh. Every pleasure moan.
You are what’s left in a lonesome silence. In the first moments of dawn. In the quiet thoughts of evening.
You are the soft light shown on an empty stage. The fluttering curtain of an open window. A empty bench in an autumn eve.
I see you in every slender branch bent by wind. In the glint of stars surrounded by dark. In pattered drops of rain on a glass pane.
You are what stops my fall. What is left when my mind let’s go. What fills me when nothing else can.