There’s starlight on a night like this,
silver dust on your eyelashes,
casting halos round the secrets
you’ve folded into your smile.
The breeze plays like a wistful flute
through the lace of your untamed hair,
and I can see it—those hidden corners,
those rooms you rarely share.
The moon doesn’t ask you to change,
and neither do I, my love.
I’ll meet you in your unpainted truth,
where shadows kiss the dove.
I’ll love you where you are—
not where you think you should be.
In the quiet between your heartbeats,
that’s where you’ll find me.
So let the stars keep speaking
their silver tongue to your skin.
I’m not chasing some polished version—
I love the wild within.
-Bearz
05.09.25