Poem: Deeper Than You and Me

Beneath the hush where silence grows,
Beyond the reach of highs and lows,
There stirs a truth without a name—
No flicker, sound, or flame.

It breathes in stone, in ash, in seed,
It speaks in want, in ghost, in need,
A thread of thought the stars have spun,
Long before the earth had sun.

You chase your dreams, I mine my past,
We walk on glass, we walk so fast—
But still that pulse, beneath our stride,
Knows where we begin to hide.

Not love, not loss, not joy, not pain,
Not sunlight sliced by windowpane—
But something vast, both wild and still,
That shapes, the shape of will.

It doesn’t ask, it doesn’t end,
It’s not a foe, it’s not a friend.
It simply is, and we—it seems—
Are just its passing dreams.

So hold me close, but understand:
This moment isn’t ours to command.
We’re echoes in a deeper sea—
Something more than you and me.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie