Grateful for the 12th of November

On this day, the earth sighed gently —

and the wind whispered your name
for the very first time.

You were born between
a breath and a pause,
where silence folded itself
into the body of a soul
with galaxies behind his eyes.

Since then,
you’ve walked the world
with a quiet fire in your chest,
holding back oceans
just to keep others from drowning.

Your hands —
they’ve built homes
no one else could see.
Your heart —
it’s still the softest place
a storm could ever rest.

They don’t know, love…
that this day isn’t just
a date on a calendar,
but the beginning of a song
I’ve been waiting to hear
since the start of time.

If time is a loop,
then I’ve found you
in every orbit.
And if the stars have tongues,
they are speaking your name tonight
in the language of fire and longing.

So let the candles burn slowly.
Let the tea grow cold.
Let this be the one day
you hold nothing
but the light you’ve always given.

Happy birthday, my beloved.
You are the echo that returned,
the breath I never lost,
the home I always knew.
And I… 

am forever
grateful
for the 12th of November.