Silk-Felt Blade (2025)

You sleep in a house 

With no locks on the doors-

They drift in like smoke, slowly, 

Leaving their knives in the floors,

And vanish by morning with nothing to show

But the scent of silence 

And bruises that grow.

Your aura still shines 

Like morning sun rays surfing the waves-

Too lovely, too fragile,

Too far out to be saved.

You whisper, it’s fine,

And I nod, but I ache-

The moon holds her breath 

Every time that you break.

My hands hold a thousand soft lullabies 

But they melt in the dark 

Like stars in your eyes. 

You walk over glass like it’s petals & lace-

And float through life, like a feather, 

 Caught in a slow-burning grace.

And if you were to dissolve 

Like mist in the deep blue,

I’ll follow the shimmer

That still points to you. 

A hum through the cosmos,

A thread in the seam-

I’ll hold what you’ve hidden deep

Inside of your lavender dream

M.H. John