Poems
The First Time I Held the Sea-Lyre
A first meeting at the tidepools — a thread of sound, as soft as caves.
Butterfly Emily
Finding air through a paper window; words becoming wings.
When Morning Hasn’t Decided Yet
The quiet moment when two breaths fall into the same slow rhythm.
The Pause Between
A quiet ring where meanings gather — the first bright hush.
The Quiet Between
A paper lantern drifts at blue hour; the sound of quiet made my own.
If the tide forgets my name
Butterfly Emily — Spoken Version (From the Heart)
Field of Emberlight
Among the poppies at first light, when every petal remembers the sun.