Lucent
There's a kind of magic the night carries
the way the sky holds a thousand forgotten
dreams
and the stars burn softly for anyone still
looking up-
 
For a long time, I forgot how to look.
The world felt heavy, the colors faded -
but the universe has its own way of
whispering,
reminding you that even the smallest light
still matters.
 
 
Somewhere between the hush of the Milky
Way and my own heartbeat,
i remembered,
we are made of the same dust that makes
the stars.
 
 
Even in a world full of broken souls
we were never meant to stay dim.
Lucent is that remembering
that quiet rising of the soul,
shining not because life is perfect,
but because it's ours
and because light always finds a way home.