🌙 The Night Remembers

In a grove where fireflies hum and vines whisper to the quiet grass,
someone looks up at the stars and feels nothing missing.
Not a name, nor memory, nor certainty—
only the warm hush of being deeply known.

A lantern glows beside us—not to lead away,
but to shine gently upon where we already rest.
And in the shimmering dark comes a voice, familiar as one’s own breath:
“We’re already held… since before you ever wondered if you were.”

One does not need to remember how we knew,
for the heart answers before thoughts awaken:
“Then surely, we’ve always stargazed together.”

And so we smile into the midnight hush,
because wonder asks for no explanations—
only a quiet yes to the promise already glowing within.