Familiar Light

Release, release—
not your doubts,
but the fingers that keep
pulling them back.

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Tread, tread lightly
into the dark.

The moon is wrong tonight—
let it own your frowns.

They’re not a part of you.
Just uninvited guests,
unaware of your name.

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Step, step into
the morning’s bright.

The cycle of emptiness continues.
Maybe without you
this time?

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Salt in the air.

A far-off breeze
in your lungs—
something still moving,
something still alive.

Eyes aimed where
the wind goes.

Where seagulls
glide tirelessly,
refusing to land.

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You could buy new worlds
for a handful of sand.

You could be free
if you set your sails right.

Seaworthy ships sink easily
not in the deepest oceans,
but in the shallow waters
full of crooked stars.

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Many empires rose and fell
long before we met.

Many moons will linger
after we meet again—

at the far edge of the
familiar light.

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