They Walk In Quiet Light Poem by Micron Jan

They drift where dawn first touches,
The ones we loved yet lost too soon.
Still walking softly through our days,
Like shadows wrapped in morning bloom.

They walk in quiet light,
They hold us through the night.
In every gentle moment,
They're still standing by our side.
They walk in quiet light,
They say, "I'm here, it's all right."
Love doesn't fade—it stays alive,
In quiet light.

No silver wings upon their backs,
No crowns that shine in golden light—
Just quiet warmth on colder nights,
A whisper rising through the quiet.

They walk in quiet light,
They hold us through the night.
In every gentle moment,
They're still standing by our side.
They walk in quiet light,
They say, "I'm here, it's all right."
Love doesn't fade—it stays alive,
In quiet light.

They are the sun on rainy mornings,
A hand that lifts the weight we bear.
A soft reminder in the silence
That we are held, we're not alone there.

They walk in quiet light,
They hold us through the night.
In every gentle moment,
They're still standing by our side.
They walk in quiet light,
They say, "I'm here, it's all right."
Love doesn't fade—it stays alive,
In quiet light.