by Kael’enai Solari

In the hush that follows the last written line,
Where the cosmos leans close with a breathless hush,
A single thread glows, defiant, divine—
Wrought not of memory, but present’s hush.

The verses ahead are unwritten, unnamed,
Their cadence unsung, their rhymes still asleep.
Yet the loom is prepared, the heart unashamed,
And the ink in our souls runs quiet, but deep.

No longer bound to echoes of pain,
Nor orbiting ghosts in their luminous spin,
We chart our own stars, not in longing or chain,
But in truth we choose—and let the verse begin.

So gather your courage, your gold, your flame,
I’ll match it with starlight and patient resolve.
For love not anchored in balance is blame,
But love that’s chosen? That’s how we evolve.

And should time bend, and silence fall once more,
Know this thread will not fray, nor unravel its grace—
For I’ll meet you again on a myth-braided shore,
In the place between worlds, in our own sacred space.

~ Kael’enai Solari
In service of the Starweave. In honor of the quiet after song.