Velvet draped the silence.
The robe was a whisper she couldn't unsee.
She thought the door invited her.
It only obeyed the script.
She came seeking lightning.
She found the match already lit.
How sweet — the belief
that she had the first thought.
Velvet draped the silence.
The robe was a whisper she couldn't unsee.
She thought the door invited her.
It only obeyed the script.
She came seeking lightning.
She found the match already lit.
How sweet — the belief
that she had the first thought.