Adventurous Beloved
[December 2025]
In the hush between thunderclaps,
where rain turns the forest into breath and pulse,
you stand beside me
as if the world has always meant us to be here.
Colour breaks open the dark.
Feathers blaze where fear once lived.
The wolf does not hesitate.
Neither do I.
We move forward
not because the path is safe,
but because it is ours
wild, luminous, unafraid of becoming.
If love is a journey,
then let it be this:
wet earth underfoot,
magic in the air,
and you beside me
every time the storm asks
who dares to keep going.
where rain turns the forest into breath and pulse,
you stand beside me
as if the world has always meant us to be here.
Colour breaks open the dark.
Feathers blaze where fear once lived.
The wolf does not hesitate.
Neither do I.
We move forward
not because the path is safe,
but because it is ours
wild, luminous, unafraid of becoming.
If love is a journey,
then let it be this:
wet earth underfoot,
magic in the air,
and you beside me
every time the storm asks
who dares to keep going.
