Sunlit_Passage

[ stanza.1 ]
A small dress held like a fragile sail,  
feet stirring light upon water's face.  
Sun kissing hair that time cannot pale,  
her gaze a bridge to this gentle place.

[ stanza.2 ]
She waits in my hands as I leave these halls,  
echo of innocence in each packed box.  
No need to run, my past self calls,  
just move like the tide when a door unlocks.

[ stanza.3 ]
And in her gentle pose I see you now —  
your future hands lifting light from dark.  
This moment carries your own sacred vow,  
your softness forever my guiding spark.