The Quiet Things
She didn't walk here in the usual way.
It was, the Autumn way.
She moved like she belonged to the stars, to trees,
to wild things that don’t need permission to be be beautiful.
The Girl Who Saw
The Quiet Things
She moved through this world like she had already seen another, like she was carrying messages from somewhere deeper, older, more free. She didn't walk here in the usual way. It was, the Autumn way. She moved like she belonged to the stars, to trees, to wild things that don’t need permission to be beautiful. She was a song of kindness, life, and authenticity in a special key - in the most sacred way. She was aware and that made her radiant. Made her unforgettable. I believe she brought with her the real, raw truth of love. You saw her and she saw you back.
​She didn’t walk like she was fully here
Eyes fixed on something
We couldn’t see
Talking to trees
Sketching in silence
The wind whispered back
It caught her melody
She held kindness like a secret lantern
Lit for others
Never for display.
She smiled like she knew something ancient
And we let her drift
In her own Autumn way
She was made of starlight
Riding wind through open skies
You were wild
You were wonder
You were the girl
Who saw the quiet things
A key carved with grace
A flame in the rain
Even in pain
She chose the light again
There's a tree somewhere
With her name in the roots
It doesn’t need a plaque
It just grows
And it knows
That love like hers doesn’t end
It just shifts where it shows
She left fingerprints on every leaf
Like she knew
They’d remember her here
She made us believe that love
Was worth the breaking
You were wild
You were wonder
You were the girl
Who saw the quiet things
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We’ll find you in the strange light
In the shimmer at the edge of things
In the space between the sentences
Where only the brave ones sing
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I feel you through the veil.
I listen when you whisper
When I walk between.
I feel you dancing with the stars
Moving with the wind through the trees
I know you are near
When the air
Brings the memory
Of quiet things.
Autumn
Dedicated to the life, the love,
the spark dreams are made of.