A Message from the Night Garden
"Even the moon keeps a diary —
and every page it has ever written
has been about someone like you."
Penned by Moonlight
There are flowers that only open after dark —
patient, unhurried, unwitnessed by the sun.
They know something the daylight never will:
that the most beautiful things
bloom in their own time.
You are that kind of bloom —
the kind a garden counts itself lucky
to hold.
Another year opens like a night-flower:
slowly, magnificently, entirely yours.
For the One Who Reads by Starlight
The moon, they say, has a library —
every book ever loved under its light,
every page turned in the quiet hours,
every sentence that made someone
pause, and breathe, and feel less alone.
I think of you there — your favourite hours,
a cup of something warm, a world unfolding
between your palms.
May this year bring you stories
so beautiful they rearrange you softly.
May every ending leave you wishing
for one more page.
"She read to live. She lived to read.
The two were always the same thing."
✦ under the same sky ✦
Written in the Space Between Stars
We are two lanterns drifting
on the same dark river —
near enough to see each other's light,
far enough to let each other glow.
You are the annotation in my margins,
the dog-eared page I keep returning to.
A story I could not have written
without living first.
On this birthday — yours, and ours —
I promise to keep drifting beside you,
lantern lit.
✦ a beautiful memory ✦
The Final Verse
Long after tonight's moon has set,
the garden will remember this:
the way you walked through it
like you belonged to every season at once.
You were summer reading and autumn light,
winter quiet and the first green of spring.
You were every good thing
a year could ever hope to hold.
Happy Birthday.
May the next chapter be the one
you've been saving yourself for.
Forever yours
"In the whole garden of the universe,
I would still wander until I found you."