In the silence
between breath and word,
Character blooms
Witnessed and heard.
Nothing
but the weight of
Our presence,
Invisible atmosphere
dense with our essence.
The light of others
becomes our dawn,
our trust, our day—
then passes on.
Kindness lingers
soft as mist,
like green shoots
Breaking winter's fist.
Careless words
cast long, long shadows,
turning gardens
into gallows.
We shape the hands
that hold our hearts,
Becoming the soul
Our presence imparts.
Cloudia Charters
Wow. ❤️ This is a masterpiece! Mahalo, dear April.