To Those I Hold in Ink and Heart
Ah, a wish spun in silver thread — for kindred hearts, for eyes that read and souls that feel. Let’s gather the syllables like stars in a quiet sky and shape them into a soft invocation for the year to come. Here’s a wish to begin the dance:
As the old year folds its wings,
and the new one stirs with quiet breath,
I send you this wish —
not wrapped in glitter,
but in the hush of true things.
May your days be soft as moss underfoot,
your nights lit by inner constellations.
May laughter find you
like rain on dry earth,
unexpected,
and wholly welcome.
For family, for friends,
for readers whose eyes I’ve never met —
may your stories unfold
with courage and grace,
and may each page
lead you deeper into light.
~ Mlaure ~
