too much coffee, too little sleep, a love of words…
Not the loudest,
not the first to arrive
or last to leave.
You are the steady warmth
between seasons,
the breath that doesn’t need to be noticed
to keep the body whole.
You are the chair pulled close,
the cup filled without asking,
the hand that doesn’t flinch.
You carry no banners.
You don’t demand.
And still,
you hold up the sky
for someone.
That is enough.
You are enough.
You always were.
Ryan Stone
I don’t need the crowd
or the chorus—
just one.
One pair of eyes
that doesn’t flinch
at the worst of me.
One heart
that nods
at my silence
and still hears it all.
If I am known
by even one soul
without needing to explain,
that is enough.
That is everything.
Ryan Stone
Over the mountains
and down to the sea,
you must come now
if you hope to break free.
No time to mourn
for Autumn’s red bowers;
the light we once made,
now darkness devours.
I can play you
the rhymes of the kingdom,
I can sing you
the songs that you know;
but we must take wing
from this darkened halo –
we must take wing
for a devil wind blows.
Break from your prison
of urban malaise;
run to the ocean,
fly from your home.
I offer no promise
that we’ll make it –
but take my hand
and I’ll never let go.
– Ryan Stone
days of stone 