Curtain folds in quiet motion
Dust hangs thin in softened gold
Teacup warmth against my fingers
Porcelain pressed, gentle hold
Slow steps crossing wooden flooring
Breath aligns with steady pace
Muted tones fill up the corners
Calm settles in the space
Low and quiet, almost still
Soft enough to barely feel
Gentle calm I can’t control
Takes its role
Softsun, resting on my shoulder
Mild and tender, never colder
Easy warmth begins to stay
In this way
Softsun, settling in the silence
Subtle shift without defiance
All the tension fades away
Drifts to gray
Window frame holds steady brightness
Faint reflections on the wall
Loose threads resting on the fabric
Nothing urgent, none at all
Breath slows down into a rhythm
Eyes half closed, a quiet state
Time moves soft without resistance
No need to anticipate
Gentle calm I can’t explain
No demand, no sense of strain
Everything just stays the same
Soft and plain
Softsun, easing every feeling
Slow release, quiet healing
All the layers fall in line
Unconfined
Softsun, barely there yet present
Subtle touch I represent
All the tension disappears
Into clear
No rush, no need to run
No race already won
Just warmth when day is done
Undone
Softsun, I don’t try to hold it
Quiet waves, I just unfold it
All the moments softly blend
Without end
Softsun, nothing left to carry
Gentle calm, no need to hurry
All I feel begins to fade
Softly laid
