Felicity, you’re the hush between heartbeats,
a silver thread tying midnight to dawn.
I breathe your name—soft as moonlight on old pianos—
and every bruised note learns to sing again.
In your eyes, lost summers stay green,
rain forgets how to fall.
We walk the sky’s mirrored lake barefoot,
leaving ripples of laughter that never break.
Hold me till the clock loses its face;
let forever remain a secret we whisper in major.
Felicity, my quiet flame,
stay—
and the night will always know the way home.