In the hush where breath softens—
Between sleep and wakefulness,
The void hums,
a stillness vast and waiting.
Sound unfurls—
like the first note of creation,
A quiet melody spiraling outward,
Threading the emptiness with song.
Light blooms—
gentle as dawn breaking on closed eyes,
Spilling gold across the dark,
Each ray dissolving shadows in its wake.
Truth appears,
draped in the warmth of revelation,
While falsity slips quietly away,
like mist retreating before the sun.
Cold thaws to warmth,
Night surrenders to day,
And in the meeting of all contrasts,
—lies a poem,
Written by the hand of the unseen.
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem