Delta کے بول

A hidden rhythm under bone The dark repeats what breath has known I rest inside a fragile stream Where pulses bloom beneath the seam My thoughts unravel, thin and wide And drift along the inward tide The air moves slow through tangled lines A hum beneath the grand design Before I wake, I drift unseen A space between what was and been No thought to bind, no tide to break I move through forms the dawn won't take My veins align with tempered grace A rhythm born of no fixed place Each cell recalls a wordless ache A code the living can't remake The current folds, the body hums The deeper self, before it comes Before I wake, I drift unseen A space between what was and been No thought to bind, no tide to break I move through forms the dawn won't take No vow to keep, no dawn to chase Just rhythm bending into grace The pulse repeats, the hours fade And time forgets the shape it made If morning comes, I may not stay Its light would wash this calm away Let me remain where shadows ache Before I wake